She is a rose,
In a field of daisies,
Then again... She loves daisies,
So, she's a daisy in a field of roses,
Simple, yet standing tall,
With an elegant beauty,
Filling the garden,
The way she fills my mind,
Some find them a weed, an annoyance,
But she's perfect to me,
I could spend forever with her,
And never grow tired,
So, remember,
You are a daisy,
A marvel of nature,
And I couldn't live without you
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetrySome words are unspoken, and others are. Some words need to be spoken. Thing said that people need to know. You're always on my mind, forever. And perhaps I may even say that I love you...
