Field Full Of Daisys Poem by Kaila George

I sit in a green field
full of daisy's and ponder

And watch as they sway
In the midsummer sun

Does he love me?
I wonder...! ! !
I pluck a daisy

And start with
That old time saying of...

He loves me
He loves me not

A smile appears
On my face
Each time
I say
He loves me

I frown
Each time I
Pluck to those
Dreaded words
He loves me not

As each petal falls
It brings me to anticipation
Then the last one falls finally as I say...
He loves me

The extreme gladness
That envelopes me
Makes me smile with glee

Then everything around me
Just seems so grand to me
The tint of love that sheens my eyes
Just makes my world a magical place to be

Then there he walks
In front of me
And takes me in his arms
Kissing me deeply with love
He whispers
I love you from my heart


© Copyright Kaila George 2012