She loves me she loves me not.

Daisies in the morning light,

as they awaken with nightfall’s dew.

Happy and content is I,

only when my thoughts are filled with you.

Amazed on how my love it grows,

even when you’re not around.

I found the perfect remedy,

when I’m sad and overwhelmed.

I pick a daisy and I say,

as I pull a pedal out.

She loves me she loves me not,

But she loves me I must shout.

So beautiful to me you are,

like a flower in its prime.

I want you now to read my words,

and feel my love in every line.