She loves me,
She loves me not,
As I pull each petal
From the daisy that I hold,
So much I do need her
Please end the way I wish,
And I'll keep on praying as
My future is foretold.
She loves me,
She loves me not,
Maybe that's the way
My life was meant to be,
I can only hope
And wish for things to change,
And to lift the spell of this
My endless misery.
She loves me,
She loves me not,
I know I couldn't face
Yet another day alone,
The petals almost gone
And I cannot bear to look,
As my fingers tremble now
It chills me to the bone.
She loves me,
She loves me not,
She loves me,
She loves me not.............
I pictured you, quite literally, sitting in a feild quietly contemplating over this Brilliantly done Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the ending, although sad. Beauitfully written piece and so pleasing to find. Very good indeed. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX