A Daisy's Petals

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