Flower basket in her hand
A daisy in her auburn hair
Her green eyes filled with sadness
As she sees her lover’s lips kiss another
Flower basket on the grass
Daisy on the floor
Eyes filled with fury
Not a lover anymore
Hands hitting pale face
Hair lashing in wind
Eyes crying salty tears
Head high, walks away
Years later in the old town
Hands holding umbrella
Daisies grow in April showers
Eyes filed with love and peace
Love now for someone else