<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Field Full of Daisys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit in a green field <br>full of daisy's and ponder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And watch as they sway<br>In the midsummer sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does he love me? <br>I wonder...! ! ! <br>I pluck a daisy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And start with<br>That old time saying of...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loves me <br>He loves me not </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A smile appears<br>On my face<br>Each time<br>I say<br>He loves me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I frown<br>Each time I<br>Pluck to those<br>Dreaded words<br>He loves me not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As each petal falls<br>It brings me to anticipation<br>Then the last one falls finally as I say...<br>He loves me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The extreme gladness<br>That envelopes me<br>Makes me smile with glee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then everything around me<br>Just seems so grand to me<br>The tint of love that sheens my eyes<br>Just makes my world a magical place to be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then there he walks <br>In front of me<br>And takes me in his arms<br>Kissing me deeply with love<br>He whispers<br>I love you from my heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© Copyright Kaila George 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kaila+George">Kaila George</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428074" data-title="Field Full of Daisys de Kaila George" data-description="I sit in a green field full of daisy's and ponder And watch as they sway In the midsummer sun Does he love me? I wonder...! ! ! I pluck a daisy And start with That old time saying of... He loves me He loves me not A smile appears On my f..."></div> </div> </div>

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