Picking petals one by one
Does he love or not?
A young girl seeks the answer
Under sun that beats down hot
A daisy from the meadow
Is slowly getting smaller
A young man who had caught her eye
Was handsome dark and taller
The final petal falls to ground
She says he loves me not
But she’ll keep plucking petals
Till the right one she has got
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Its a bit like being a kid again buttercups and dasey chines, Thank you.
Ahh! Young love so very true spinning the dream to make it so.. Wonderful poem.. Such fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me so much of a young girl that plucked off pedals of a daisy when she had a crush on a boy at school. That young girl was me, and this poem made it feel as though it were only yesterday. Thank you, my friend! A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn