Field Full of Daisys
I sit in a green field
full of daisy's and ponder
And watch as they sway
In the midsummer sun
Does he love me?
I wonder...! ! !
I pluck a daisy
And start with
That old time saying of...
He loves me
He loves me not
A smile appears
On my face
Each time
I say
He loves me
I frown
Each time I
Pluck to those
Dreaded words
He loves me not
As each petal falls
It brings me to anticipation
Then the last one falls finally as I say...
He loves me
The extreme gladness
That envelopes me
Makes me smile with glee
Then everything around me
Just seems so grand to me
The tint of love that sheens my eyes
Just makes my world a magical place to be
Then there he walks
In front of me
And takes me in his arms
Kissing me deeply with love
He whispers
I love you from my heart
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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