She Loves Me, She Loves Me not...

Another philosophy of love.

Love plaint lives, "she loves me"
In a warm wily wind

De trop in the gale makes my bones shiver

Takes a "Romeo" of his course

And back again, all awhile, "she loves me not"

Chasing inamorata's gypsy heart

Feather follows; d'parts Frenchman's hat 

Adjudication whirls within mistral whisk

And when the next petal is plucked

The fleur-de-lis says "she loves me"

And once again the tally starts

A count down of sorts

The flutter; ticker tape parade

"she loves me not"?

The wind carries all inquiries

Absurdity blows well into the day

"Pierre, why have you kept me waiting?"

"She loves me, my virgin maiden, she loves me!"

The assuredness now floats high on air

"And by the way, (the meadow bare) what happened to my father's garden"