A Thousand Daisies

She loves me
She loves me not
A thousand daisies
It was her I sought

I found her
In all her glory
Her life
A tragic love story

She is beautiful
Beyond compare
Her heart pure
And soul bare

She does not see me
As she should
That she would love me
Oh that she would

She fights for this
A sentimental lie
As for me, for
What do I fight?