They love me ..they love me not
the words they do rebound
picking petals from a flower
dropping to the ground

Counted oh so carefully
the petals 'fore they're picked
they must add up so evenly
love's fate thought we had tricked.

It seemed so much more simple then
much more than it is now
to have that love to realize
with the picking of a flower

The butter cup held 'neath the chin
reflections of a kiss
it indicated true, true love
it seemed it never missed

that bottle spinning wildly 'round
you know it held your fate
Hoping to point squarely on
that one potential mate

All these things, thought once were true
On this you do agree
The science was so simple then
unlike E-Harmony