I Picked A Daisy Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I picked a daisy
As yellow as the yellow sun
I am in love, crazy
Where battles are never won
Inside my heart - life is beating
And giving its blossoms away
Love sometimes to love's cheating
With much about nothing to say

I picked a small bloom
To give like love only to you
It's a purified heirloom
Of innocent as it's true
But still you are breaking my heart
Like a rainy cloud in its tears
I become wandering and apart
Of all that love adheres

I picked these for love
I thought it would last
But just like the clouds above
Everything comes to its past
And here I'm standing now alone
Without you (but still within)
My flower is now on its own
And you whom left
Have fresher grown

(Now my daisy lies cut
On the withering sideways
Without a growing butt
Of more summer sun days
Playful evenings are gone
With joyance of scent
When night meets dawn
In light rising augment

Now my daisy has faded
To a withering weak
Its tinctures have degraded
And are now almost bleak
The shade of its yellow
Is white to the gray
Its stem is now mellow
Can't rise in breezy play

Oh my daisy my blossom
How fair you were then
In the flora's kingdom
A true beauty specimen
A love flowers bouquet
Fresh in fragrance new
But now we can forget
That this was once true)