The daisy told her: "He loves You!"
The wind whispered softly: "He cares!"
She looks at the stars and wonders
Which road she took that got her here.

The path taken was not kindled by sun,
The moon certainly did not lead the way,
And all she can see is the tenebrity
That is left from the once exuberant day.

He promised to bring her the moon,
He even told he will take her up there.
He consoled her when feeling blue,
He assured her he will always be here.

The daisy tells her: "He loved You!"
The wind whispers softly: "He cared!"
"Was it all for real?"
She wonders.
Or was it only in her Head.