There's a million stars
In the summer sky,
And each one has its name.
There's a million snowflakes
In the wintertime,
But no two are quite the same.
And there's something
You can't see right now,
But one day, girl, you'll know,
In a field that's full of daisies
You're the only rose.

Guess what? It's the same old story again... I don't remember the author of this wonderful poem, and if you know, I would really appreciate it if you E-mailed me at IolantaStar@hotmail.com.