He likes me, he likes me not.

I count the birds as they fly,

The backdrop is a blue empty sky,

I wished their number is odd,

He likes me, he likes me not.

I turned to flowers on the field,

How pretty are they, their petals are red,

As i count i wished they'll backed me up,

Though it's odd im standing there,

He likes me, he likes me not.

So nature is not my ally,

The flowers and the birds at the sky;

Oh my soul is longing, when shall i know?

The answer to this puzzle;

Vague actions of yours, cant seem to settle.

He loves me, he loves me not;

Please send me sign, so i pray;

What if he indeed appear, come what may?

Im afraid i should still wait some time;

So i just said, "make this feeling go away."

I watched the birds as they fly;

The backdrop is a cloudy pink sky;

And on the field adorned by flowers,

I was impressed as to them i stare,

It's not for vagueness why they are made

–the love is clear.

There are endless definition of love on the stream, but love shouldn't be an immature pursuit that left others hang in confusion whether they'll be burned or splashed by cold water. I hope those who haven't settled yet will learn that love is as clear as the day. It's as clear as we see under the blue sky, that you're confident to walk through and doesn't worry that you'll hit on something and wounded yourself. Let's make our love clear.