Daisy
A beautiful daisy haunts me
because she will never be able to see
that I love her more than I should.
I know its wrong, I'd stop it if I could.
We fight so often, side by side
and our secrets to each other we confide
Her soft white petals as they touch my hand
Soft and vulnerable, yet so strong she will stand
Big eyes sweet as maple syrup, I could almost drown
In her arms contentment I have found
wherever she is, the sun follows behind.
If I told her how I really felt, would she mind?