She Loves me Not

Crimson tears fall,
Like petals from a rose,
Torn by my hand,
In search of an answer:

Does she love me?

Her answer changes,
Each time I ask;
Allways,
Yes,
I don't know...

She loves me not.

I lose myself,
In thoughts of her,
And I too,
Hold a place in her mind.

She loves me.

Perhaps one day,
But right now,
Her heart is closed to me.

Does she love me?
She loves me not...