My Dear Daisy

Walking in a meadow of roses

Hand-in-hand with you

With my head on your shoulder,

Together, we continued to walk in silence

As we walked, I noticed your eyes and

how they draw me in

but I was afraid that one day, they'd slowly let me go

So I looked away, watching the sun chasing after the moon instead.

As we walked, rows of roses passed us,

brushing their petals gently across our skins

Some bloomed

While others lied withered and perished away

As we walked, I saw a precious, quiescent daisy in the field of mediocre roses

I let go of your hand and plucked the daisy from the crowd

I was afraid that one day the daisy would slowly wither away like the rest of the roses, so I kept it with me

The longer I looked at it, the more the daisy reminded me of you

I kept it even closer to my heart, knowing that it reminded me of someone special

Someone Lucent and Elysian.

I stopped us and gently placed the daisy behind your ear

It was worth it just to see you smile.

Oh,

that smile.

So irenic and tranquil

You might wonder,

Why did I pick the daisy in a field of roses?

And why did I give it to you?

But that's for you to find out

my love,

Walking in a meadow of roses

the place where I saw you last

I remember it as if it was yesterday

I am glad that I have cherished that moment

That memory

Alas.

(A poem written for someone extraordinary)