3d
In a field of daisies, beneath quiet skies
The stardust of Love beclouded my eyes;
Plucking the petals, I played the game ---
Oddly, the daisies all answered the same;
Amidst dire omens, our passions were stirred,
Warnings from the mute flowers went unheard
In a field of daisies my Fate was sealed --
In a field of daisies, the truth revealed;
His pledges of Love he soon forgot,
But the daisies knew . . . . he loved me not
The stardust of Love beclouded my eyes;
Plucking the petals, I played the game ---
Oddly, the daisies all answered the same;
Amidst dire omens, our passions were stirred,
Warnings from the mute flowers went unheard
In a field of daisies my Fate was sealed --
In a field of daisies, the truth revealed;
His pledges of Love he soon forgot,
But the daisies knew . . . . he loved me not
For those who don't know . . .
This poem is based on a game we played in our youth. We'd pluck petals from a daisy, and with the first we'd say "He loves me." With the next petal we'd say "He loves me not.", and so on until all the petals had been removed. The last petal would reveal the truth about the one we loved. Ah, the silliness of youth!
This poem is based on a game we played in our youth. We'd pluck petals from a daisy, and with the first we'd say "He loves me." With the next petal we'd say "He loves me not.", and so on until all the petals had been removed. The last petal would reveal the truth about the one we loved. Ah, the silliness of youth!
