Saturday
he loves me, he loves me not
She holds a daisy in her hand
he loves me, he loves me not
Scattering petals to the wind
he loves me, he loves me not
I watch scarcely daring to breath
he loves me, he loves me not
then slowly walk towards her
he loves me, he loves me not
She plucks the last petal
he loves you
I say
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3 comments:
Daisy roulette, eh?
Simple and sweet...simply lovely!
i love the simplicity in ur words
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