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Pluck the petals, one by one

From my chaste heart's flower.

Does he love me? Does he not?

See the teardrops shower.



Now the blossom's denuded;

It is bare and spoiled.

Because of uncertainty

Something sweet's been soiled.



If you love, then you must trust,

For they go hand in hand.

Interlace them tightly or

They'll drift away, like sand.