Maybe Later Daisy Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Is this love, a fate
Accompanied by the sweetest flutter of hearts,
Soft petals sway in the breeze,
As The wind blows its kiss across the plain, giving much of itself,
Touching each blade of grass, touching the roses, the lyllics,
A calm hush, blooming as it sweeps beneath the bird's wings,
The bee's that spread their pollen at their lesure,
The lyllic's grow jealous,
Watching the pull and push of the winds slight tug,
Against the rose's petal,
Much is felt, as it's waited all day for this moment, a passionate affair,
As It leans against its kiss, silent cries of whats felt deep,
The lyllic's, jealous, without reason,
Watching each kiss of the wind's touch,
Watching each petal of the rose spread farther, seeping deeper into its caress,
The lyllic's Too, feel the same touch of the wind, basking in the moments lost in the passion touches can give,
But, Not before the gentle grasp of the roses petal,
Afraid to lose something that was never lost, they grow jealous,
Swaying the opposite direction, in anger,
In an honest truth, misunderstood by a tendency,
Drunk with passion, turning into rage,
Crying endlessly as the cold takes it away,
Not to feel nothing at all