My America?. by Ollie Owl

Plucking the petals,
She loves me?,
She loves me not?;

Searching for answers,
To the reason,
For this earthly plot;

Lost in the reverie,
Of the magic tune;
Waiting for the outcome,
To the trickling flume;

Surrendering my pride,
To the one I hold dear;
Hoping change will come,
In the ensuing year;

Plucking the petals,
She loves me?,
She loves me not?;

Reality of consequence,
To take all of that,
In which I have got;