I give you my daisies in silence,
Inside that little bubble
between heaven and earth
“Built only for our love “
That’s always your affirmance.
As you touch my face you call me : my rose,
my little baby orchid .
But roses have thorns , and orchids bloom every so often …
And you laugh when I tell you that I’m none of those
I give you my daisies because that’s what I am
or what I want to be
a pure , simple flower , always composed
even during our terrible storms .
A Daisy bravely looking at the sun ,
eye to eye with a white smile .
I give you my daisies because you are my red star
You claim to burn roses’ petals ,
you claim to starve orchids’ blooms
somehow you caress daisies, what else could you do
I give you my daisies , because they are made to resist heat ,to survive savage droughts
don’t ask me to hide my dry petals from you
If you keep spitting embers
I won’t give you my daisies no more .
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