She Loves Paper Flowers

Loves me
loves me not.
Loves me
loves me not.
No petals will suffer
this cliche for me.
Why should they?

Loves me
loves me not.
Loves me
Loves me not.
She loves origami
and I've folded her
a paper flower.

Fold one,
she loves me.
Fold two,
she loves me not.
Fold three,
she loves me.
Fold four...

Fold ten,
she loves me.
Fold eleven,
she loves...wait!
But I am sure,
I love her! And she
loves paper flowers!

Final fold, yes
I love her.
I see her after class
waving her students
a smiling goodbye.
That paper flower
no matter what,
will forever belong to her.