The Test

The wind in the storm blows to and fro.
Unyielding, unpredictable but expected.
Life in the form of the flower accedes
Following her love in each direction.
She follows remembering warm in step tangos.
Where once his breath warmed and gave life,
Now screaming force pulls at her existence.
Knowing with each whip and turn, she weakens.
She yields.
Petals plucked with each shift

She loves me...
She loves me not...
She loves me...
She loves me not...

She loves me.