A Flower For Love Poem by Callie Browsheart

He loves me, he loves me not, every girl thinks he's so amazing, when he's really not, I didn't believe him when he said he loved me, now i regret it, everyday he'd pass me in the hall and smile, I'd look past him thinking he was such a Jerk, Now i realize that he meant it, cuz that day happened, that day he hun himself and wrote my name on his arm, I knew he'd be wathching me from above, so on his grave I placed a flower for LOVE!