Daisy Chains
"He
loves me true; he loves me not,"
Says
the girl to the daisy she has caught
As
she lounges in the sun on a grassy knoll.
And
she thinks of her boy with a wistful sigh,
For
she loves him so, though she know not why,
And
the daisy's petals answer to the poll.
The
way he smiles at his gal
Sends
shivers through her frail morale,
His
eyes so blue and bright they seem to glow.
But
his laughs and acrobatic twirls
He
shares with all the giggling girls,
And
whether she's his One she has to know.
So
her hand comes down from the azure sky
To
Daisy's single, yellow eye
That
cannot blink and cannot cry,
And
it rips another eyelash from her face.
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