lost
in a field of daisies
a thousand he loves me
he loves me not's

the peasant in love with the prince

of course...

she watches
sitting on the fence
picking the petals
praying for the one
that says he loves her too

today
he loves her not

but she will come again
tomorrow and again
in her tattered dress
hair a mess
and find the one
that says he loves her too

she lets the wind carry away
over the grass
the memories
of all the days passed
that she sat on this fence

*he loves me, he loves me not