"flower love potion" "#9"

I picked you from the wish,
of cares for what I thought,
was a flower I could keep.

You bleed in pages today,
as with my X are mottled.
But, I kept some to put in a bottle,
the rest I hold in my hand.

The petals peel soft as,
a feeling for you I still have.
As I ask myself,
she loves me,
she loves me not?

Now, I have just one left,
to dream on forevermore,
as the bottle sails away,
in which is there,
"I love you,
forever, till eternity,
till the end of time."