She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
 
 
Red is the rose petal,
So fragile, so easily torn apart.
Like teardrops, it falls from my fingertips.
It is the heart's blood
That flows within its veins.
My own tears fall from saddened eyes,
Washes over its remains,
As I realize what it is I've done.
I have torn my heart apart,
To watch it fall from my fingertips.
Once, she loved me,
Now, she loves me not.
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir