At the cliff edge I totter.
Clasping at daisies
Before reaching out for infinity.
Daisies, memoirs of love you forgot.

I actually believe that you have not.
Sat on the bed sadly remembering the words.
When last I sat with you.
Remember ''Daisy, Daisy'
'Give me your answer do''.

This is crazy.
When I mention feet you are dismissive.
And your back.
Sounds like a frightened excuse.
To break lose maybe due to fear.

After all he said.
'She must love me.
When she's dressed in black'
He's right of course,
She loves him true.
Poems of love under the oak.
He wrote of rings and things
Strange vows.
Not meaning physical marriage.
Just marriage of minds.

Worried she'll take his quill.
Invade his home.
She never will.
She will not steal his right to write.
Two of them have pens with might.
She writes as much as he.
Even if in different quality.

She sometimes wishes they'd never met.
She knows neither will ever forget or regret.
By ladylivvi1

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