Daisy
I lie in a pile of daisies
thinking of you
I pull one out and hold it
close to my heart,
wishing you were here.
The flowers delicately
touch my face.
The cool breeze
feels so good in the
warm sun.
I pluck a petal.
I whisper into the wind,
he loves me.
I lie still
on the ground, not wanting
to puck another.
I know...
the only important thing is,
I love you.
