Pick each petal one by one, cascade them on the floor. Gaze upon the mess you've made and then you reach for more.
Do they love or love you not? The question seeming clear. Succeeding emotions though, perhaps not. Desire? Lust? Dread? Fear?
But who deemed you decider of which flowers stay or die? Once plucked, the flowers start to fade, unless they're set to dry.
Two paths now lay before you, both beautiful at to look. One gives a sense of immortality, dried petals within book.
Yes, take these lovers, invert and dry or press and lay them flat. These loves now last forever, as faded memories, if that.
The other path, more widely seen, intertwines each love as one. You weave each strand into vibrant art and display all to the sun.
You choose the daisy chain of past loves and wear it proudly as a crown. But once cut, tied, and twisted, every flower wilts to brown.
Please share, flower-picker, which one blossom you will choose. You'll find that juggling many only gives you more to lose.
But focus on one flower and try to treat it right. My advice is not to pick it, give it water, give it light.
Do not worry about the petals, whether they love or love you not. Trust its growth and let it bloom, and it will forget-you-not.
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