Sasha Daisies For Mary

May came and flowers of all colors and shapes declared their earthly glory; their perfumed wafts mixed with the spring morning crisp breeze entered my nostrils, but their strong aroma made me sneeze... while cherry and apple blossoms smelled like the fair skin of young Mary! Towards noon, Fields of Sasha Daisies waved under the wind's warm breath as a gift, and with that beautiful image in mind, I sought the perfect flowers for a lovesick girl; ah, they were very tempting, so I picked them with a gardener's precise craft! Did I forget to ask her the real reason that made her bluer than a lonely bluebell? I often spoke to her, but her unhappy smile hid a mystery I couldn't solve: had Mary lost love or was forbidden to have one? But why cling to fears? I had hoped that giving her my flowers would have made her believe in love... someone who cared and was willing to listen sparing her useless tears! Returning home, I heard two Marines telling Mary, " We're sorry, Brian fell to the foe! " And seeing me holding Sasha Daisies, she ran and embraced me to express her woe!