My Dear Daisy
Walking in a meadow of roses
Hand-in-hand with you
With my head on your shoulder,
Together, we continued to walk in silence
As we walked, I noticed your eyes and
how they draw me in
but I was afraid that one day, they'd slowly let me go
So I looked away, watching the sun chasing after the moon instead.
As we walked, rows of roses passed us,
brushing their petals gently across our skins
Some bloomed
While others lied withered and perished away
As we walked, I saw a precious, quiescent daisy in the field of mediocre roses
I let go of your hand and plucked the daisy from the crowd
I was afraid that one day the daisy would slowly wither away like the rest of the roses, so I kept it with me
The longer I looked at it, the more the daisy reminded me of you
I kept it even closer to my heart, knowing that it reminded me of someone special
Someone Lucent and Elysian.
I stopped us and gently placed the daisy behind your ear
It was worth it just to see you smile.
Oh,
that smile.
So irenic and tranquil
You might wonder,
Why did I pick the daisy in a field of roses?
And why did I give it to you?
But that's for you to find out
my love,
Walking in a meadow of roses
the place where I saw you last
I remember it as if it was yesterday
I am glad that I have cherished that moment
That memory
Alas.
(A poem written for someone extraordinary)