He loves me

He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,

I plucked at the petals,
Of my black rose heart,
I swore at the dreams,
Soon to depart,
I tore at the sleeves,
Of my emerald green dress,
I begged at the mirror,
Of glass faced distress,

He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,

I held my breath,
As he entered my world,
I closed my eyes,
As my heart he circled,
I clenched my fists,
As he sighted his target,
I bit my lip,
As his first arrow was shot,

He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,

On a perfect angle,
It pierced the centre,
The perfect shot,
Of loves true hunter,

He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,

HE LOVES ME

*dedicated to chris*