Daisy

Petal pulled

"He loves me..."

Petal falls slowly

Another pulled

"He loves me not..."

Another falls softly

Soon no more petals

Leaving the picker sad or happy

Why can't they see

My petals don't answer accurately

Rose

Given through love

Given through sorrow

Smelling like rasberries

Prettiest of all

Sharp at the stem,

Almost everybody loves them

Sunflower

With a bright smile I turn

In your rays I burn

You are my sun, my brightest star

And I wish to stay anywhere you are

On my desk sits the roses you gave me,

Everyday they're the first thing I see.

They make me think of you, and every little thing you do.

As a single rose starts to bloom,

We're dancing around the room.

Onto the next, you're sending me the "I love you" text.

Soon all in bloom, as I spray your favorite perfume.

Getting ready for our night, dinner in candle light.

Our favorite night in April, I notice the center piece on our table.

From the first day I entered, you always remembered.

In front of us sits a single red rose, I smile as you hold me close.

Not lavender, lillies, nor a sunflower. You remembered my favorite flower.

Red roses.