Where Does It Begin and Where Does It End?

I could pick all the petals off, "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, loves me not." But where does it start and where does it end? I'd be left with this yellow center that just spirals into infinity (no center) in some kind of crazy sacred geometry pattern that changes as soon as you change your point of focus and try to imagine where it begins and where it ends. 

Love is alive, it's nothing and therefore it's all possibilities.