Daisy
I lay 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 delicatly touch my face.
The cool breeze feels good in the sun.
I pull a petal.
I whisper into the wind, "he loves me."
I lay the flower on the ground,
not wanting to pull another.
I knew,
the only important thing is...
I love you!
