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 GOOD IN THE WARM SUN.
I WHISPER UNTO THE WIND, "HE LOVES ME..."
I LAY THE FLOWER ON THE GROUND, 
NOT NEEDING TO PULL ANOTHER,
FOR I KNOW....
THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING IS, 
   I LOVE YOU...