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!