She loves me

Feeling so light headed and yet so sad.
The burden so heavy as never has had,
nothing has ever felt this way,
It started some days ago and won't go away.

Picking a flower, blooming so nice.
After pulling it out, it slowly dies.
But it serves a purpose, it won't die in vain.
Tell me my future, soothe my pain.

As I'm ripping one petal after the other,
I try that one thing I learned from my mother.
And so I start counting as far as it goes.
"She loves me. She loves me not, oh noes!"

And flower after flower will slowly die
as I am not pleased and need another try.
"She loves me. She loves me even more.
She doesn't love me." My heart feels sore.

In a bed of petals I sit and cry.
Does she love me, and if, so tell me why?
What's so good about me, what can I do?
Will the future that the flower told come true?