Pick a flower, almost any flower;
Place it gently on your palm;
Pluck the petals, one by one.

(Don’t cheat by counting before you start;
Prescreened predictions don’t work out.)

If it’s a juicy, dew-kissed bloom,
Dripping with nectar, fragrant with perfume,
You may come away with sticky fingers.

(Direct involvement with love’s minions
Can get messy.)

At least you’ll know.