Countdown to Love
As little girls plucking petals one by one reciting,
“He loves me, he loves me not,”
all love and happiness rested on the count of those petals.
If an even number, the girl is bitterly disappointed.
While an odd count surely takes her over the moon with his undying love for her.
If only as adults that love and happiness would be so definitively decided as with the pluck of a petal.