Love me or not

Pedals twirl softly,
as they fall to the ground.
Surfing the air,
on their way down.
Some say yes,
others utter no.
Life stolen from them;
no more chance to grow.
Lying scrambled;
foes and friends.
Their fragrance lingers;
their color, red.
All wait for the conclusion
to form on her lips.
Only two more;
the third one just ripped.
She groans the answer
she had sought,
“He loves me,
He loves me not”.