Not knowing how someone feels about us can be very frustrating. Usually the easiest way is the straight way, just come right out and ask. Of course sometimes one might, but the answer might not be readily coming. That is tough, though from experience I would say, if they leave you guessing it's time to walk away.

I like the imagery of the beginning: the petals falling as in. "He loves me, he loves me not" is creative.

I do wonder if you want, "torment" in line three?

I can feel the anticipation in your poem, as the speaker waits anxiously to finally find out what this other person feels. While reading I wanted to scream out, "Just tell her already!" lol

To me it sounds like a somewhat new relationship where one side already knows how she feels, but isn't sure how the other does, and so she waits for him to catch up with her emotionally, so she can finally know.

The ending seems a little bit off to me. It doesn't seem to pertain to the question proposed in the poem. I mean, her getting a passionate kiss doesn't necessarily answer her question, though maybe to her it would.

Anyway, all that aside, I liked the poem.