Every flower has a name
till you became the fragrance
that named every flower
I smell

Daisy, in a field of weeds,
    What have you come to see?
    You hide all of your beauty,
    Like a bare wintered tree.
        
    Scared to stand alone,
    So you blend with your surrounds;
    When you never speak a word,
    I still love the way you sound.
        
    Daisy, in a field of weeds,
    Give me one chance to show;
    That I can nurture you without risk,
    Of allowing these weeds to grow.
            
    Soon you will tower,
    and these weeds will begin to shrink;
    I give unto you this water,
    My dearest Daisy, why won’t you drink.
        
    Daisy, in a field of weeds,
    I know it’s hard to see your worth;
    But to me, my dearest Daisy,
    You bring such beauty to this earth.
        
    Daisy, through these battles, you feel alone,
   These weeds take more than they give;
    Please, Daisy, just give me one chance,
    I’ll stand beside you til the end.