on the petal of a pure peach-colored flower,
drifting precariously on an uncertain stream
above the sparkling ripples
that carry her courageously to unknown ends -
She loves me...
The depth below is scary though.
One slip and she could fall under,
lost, beyond my reach forever,
leaving an empty petal,
drifting down the stream alone -
She loves me not...
A. J. M.
