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White Daisys
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She brought white daisys to the grave
and laid them there to rest.
Below her love lay dying.
This act, her last protest.
White daisys were her favorite.
I bet he never knew.
Their innocence and gentleness,
depicted her heart too.
She didn't bring red roses
which of love and desire spoke.
Why should she admit to such a thing,
when it's her heart that he broke.
Instead she brought white daisys
to make her last good-byes.
If only he could feel it too,
what's written in her eyes.
One daisy left, held to her breast.
She plucks petals from each slot.
One last attempt to change the truth.
He loves me. He loves me not.....
In tears, she turns, and walks away,
their love finally has its end.
How she wished she could remain his love.
But he wants only to be friends.
Wow, this was an awesome piece Kim! Loved it!
Another blind fool of a man....
Jessica