she waits at the gate
he seems to be late
each moment feeling like an hour
she holds a single flower
"he loves me, he loves me not," are the words stirring in her head
"will he be the one i choose to wed?"
her patience grow thin as her thoughts grow louder
another moment passes, still feeling like an hour
her excitement it seems she can no longer contain
until she feels the first heavy drop of rain
the clouds begin to cover the sun
minutes pass one by one
he seems to be late
each moment feeling like an hour
she holds a single flower
"he loves me, he loves me not," are the words stirring in her head
"will he be the one i choose to wed?"
her patience grow thin as her thoughts grow louder
another moment passes, still feeling like an hour
her excitement it seems she can no longer contain
until she feels the first heavy drop of rain
the clouds begin to cover the sun
minutes pass one by one
the sky grows dark and the rain pours down
her once giddy smile turns into a frown
"this evening did not turn out the way I thought"
she pulls the last two petals...
"he loves me, he loves me not."
