I plucked that daisy,
though it drove me crazy,
ever-optimistic
and yet realistic,
as I pulled that petal free,
each one held a promise
for that doubting Thomas,
praying the last petal
would tell me that,
"She loves me!"
Nature's fortune flower
granting mortals power
to discern what
love might yield,
in a vast green field
where the truth's revealed
with each soft
petal I peeled.
Round that sacred spot
past "she loves me not"
seven times plus seven more,
with my eyes half-closed
to hide truth exposed
about a girl that I adored.
Chorus-
She was the flower
who graced the alleyways
of my dark and lonely days,
all my hopes stemmed from
that petal yet to come,
as I pulled the rest away.
Alas, that final ticket
bent in velvet white
left me standing there distraught,
Like a finger-pointing
to my emptiness,
telling me, "She loves me not"
It was a long sad, walk
across that flowered meadow
to the bleakness, I would face,
Superstition based
upon that single petal,
leaving hopes and dreams erased.
Bridge-
There were other girls
who blessed my heart,
cause I let the daisies lay,
sometimes it's better
not to know fate's path,
love is blind and that's okay.
Chorus-
She was the flower
gracing the alleyways
of my dark and lonely days
all my hopes stemmed from
that petal yet to come,
as I pulled the rest away.
Alas, that final ticket
bent in velvet white
left me standing
there distraught,
Like a finger pointing
to my emptiness,
telling me..."She loves me not"
telling me..."She loves me not"
Matthew F. Blowers III Productions
ArtWhimsically Yours Studio-©-2020
