Daisy Love
October 6th, 2008
Daisy Love
The Daisy Family’s field was wide and green,
And all the daisies loved the blue May skies.
Their petals were the whitest ever seen;
Their golden faces kissed by butterflies.
And Daisy Love was loved by Daisy Dear;
He kissed her every morning with the sun.
And he was glad to have his love so near
All through the day and when the day was done.
But Daisy Love was picked one summer day
And taken from her field and from her friend.
So Daisy Dear was left alone to stay
To wait until his own untimely end:
A young girl plucked his petals one by one
And cried “He loves me!” when she was all done.