He loves me You made promises I thought you might keep
He loves me not Your face interrupted another night's sleep
He loves me You phoned and said you'd waited in the rain for me
He loves me not Then told me I was cold and ignored me completely
He loves me* Apparently even pretty flowers can be lying little *****.
Not very good, but I had the idea one day when picking daisies on a walk and despite not having enough skill to execute it well, I wasn't able to let the idea go. So here it is.