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I lie in a pile of daisies
daisies,
thinking of you.
I pull one out and hold it
close to my heart,
wishing you were here.
The flowers delicately
touch my face.
The cool breeze
feels so good in the warm sun.
I pull a petal
I whisper into the wind,
"he loves me".
I lay the flower
on the ground, not wanting
to pull another.
I knew...
the only important think is,
"I LOVE YOU".
