The salty smell in the air
The cool breeze on my face
Those moments that time passed slowly
But it didn't matter
The soft petals underneath my nose
As they brush against it
The cool, sweet smell of a daisy
The softness of the petals underneath my fingertips
As I picked each one off one at a time
To blow it into the cool breeze
Repeating to myself over and over again
In this daze of repetition
"He loves me"
"He loves me not"
Over and over again until the last soft petal touches my fingertips
And I find myself stunned as I stare at the last standing white petal
Beautiful in its own way as it stands alone yet proud
I pull off the last petal and I hear myself repeat the same thing again
"He loves me"
Excited I blow it into the breeze
Just to pick up another beautiful white daisy
And start all over again
With the same repeating rhyme
"He loves me"
"He loves me not"
