"He Loves Me"

"He Loves Me"

When I pluck the petals from my little daisy

I sing this lovely song.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

And I repeat the lyrics on and on.

The little daisy grows smaller

the more that I sing.

I get to the point when I start remembering.

He listens to me.

He comforts me.

He really understands.

He doesn't say many words,

but it shows in his actions.

Down to the last petal.

What will it be?

How delightful!

The final verdict........

He loves me.