Loves me not

She loves you not.
Petals, crumpled lace,
Fluttering wings on the air-
In my stomach, butterflies,
Your silver cross is cardboard.
He loves me not,
And the difference is words
Turned into fragile white.
I picked you one, pink,
Different this time, I promise-
Counted off on my fingers.
Start on this:
She loves you,
And ring the changes.
You smiled, fate, isn't it?
Because he loved me,
You, and I dropped the last,
First petal of tears, loves you not,
Concealed in crooked finger.