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As he picked the wild daisy

he knew he was crazy

for she loves me, she loves me not

was something he hadn’t ever done



As he walked slowly and petals fell

tears began in his eyes to swell

for he was uncertain if he wanted

an answer to a question

on such a sunny day

he was slow to count

and careful to pull the petal off

in such a way

that the answer

he mustn’t allow

his heart to sway



He thought of her

and of their fate

as a petal fell

he’d hesitate

making sure that

each one fell to

proper time

and in his mind

he thought of her

and how like the petal

how he himself had fell

in love...with her in time



Surmised to himself

that if nothing else

his remembrance of her

sometimes lost in blur

would now be in focus

and the answer he’d await

like the dance to the dancer

another petal would fall

as she danced vividly

across his mind

he'd recall

her smell

while another petal

softly fell



No longer would he guess

as this flower would attest

an answer to a question

he had pondered

and wondered

over and over in his mind

and as the last petal got closer

he knew he would somehow find

closure, with the answer

a simple way, today,

he would know in a few moments in time



And as the last petal softly fell

the eyes began to quickly swell

tears made him so blind

he'd find the past like the present

he could not begin to see

for the flower had spoken

and although it was only a token

he cried…as he whispered…"she loves me"



Copyright ©-2001 Dennis Hicks