TheJuicyDoyenne

By TheJuicyDoyenne

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

I found a wonderful little field of daisies while out wandering near Penns Cave one year ago today and, needless to say, I quite happily clicked away.
I thought this one would be a perfect subject/excuse to use my new "Painter" software, which is exactly what I did. So, here is my little daisy patch "a la Monet."

As I was walking down a dirt road.
I picked a daisy along the way.
I thought of my true love, 
And where he was today.
I look at the daisy's petals.
They were each white as snow,
I thought that I should pull them 
To see if he still loved me so.
He loves me, he loves not, 
Went running through my mind.
Should I pull the petals away,
To see what I would find.
My love had gone away,
Many, many days ago.
For whatever the petals would say
I knew he had loved me so.
I did not need this flower,
To tell me what I already knew.
That he had loved me so,
With a love so rare and true.
I looked at the daisy once more,
With thoughts of my Love and what we shared.
Then I continued down the dirt road,
With the daisy in my hair

~ Kay Foskey Ricks, A Daisy's Petal

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