There are flowers in my hair,
and a smile on his face.
Daisies are my favorites,
and he can't be replaced.

I lost my place the other day,
reading a book, and forgetting my name.
Then I remembered things were changing,
and I wanted to fall away.

I held his hand Sunday morning,
while he was half asleep, and,
I drowned my thoughts in iced coffee.

I felt the dew on my finger tips,
and the warmth floating in the air.
Daisies were growing around me,
and there was a smile on my face.

I held his locket in my palm,
and pulled petals off of flowers.
He loves me,
he loves me not.