He still looks for his answer in .. flowers


"He loves me, he loves me not"

was murmuring a young man

while taking out velvety petals

from the red roses in his hands.


If the flower says he loves me,

how happy I will feel.

If the flower says he loves me not,

how will I go on and live?


A young and strong Apollo

discovered the distressed youth,

who continued with the murder

of tons of flowers in bloom.


"Do you still need to do this?"

"Don't you believe me my Phai?"

"There won't be anyone else for me

because I only love you and very much."