Pick out and use that handkerchief,
Pull out the ways you would feel,
Count the times you would to grief,
Count the ways you would heal,
complete your tears,
you are almost there:
"Three pedals left to pluck,
she loves you...
Two pedals left,
she loves you...not
One pedal left to pluck,"
now cherish what you got.
a little chick flick thing...but its is somewhat cute..
From Amanda
I GIVE
THIS POEM
HIGH MARKS
FOR NEAT :*).