My Summer Nights

|# 76| Daisy |# 76|

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖: Write a poem about your favorite flower.

I didn't have a favorite flower
until that sunny day in May.

We had walked for about an hour
before you said: "Let's stay.

Let us take some rest."
I never knew it was a test.

You spread the blanket under that tree,
then sat down and looked at me.

"What's your favorite flower?"
You posed your question so easily.

I bended over and caressed your hair.
"There are a lot of them, right over there.

But the one I like the most, is right here;
it's the daisy behind your ear."