In the democracy of daisies
every blossom has one vote.
The question on the ballot is
Does he love me?
If the answer's wrong I try another,
a little sorry about the petals
piling up around my shoes.
Bees are loose in the fields
where daisies wait and hope,
dreaming of the kiss of a proboscis.
We can't possibly understand
what makes us such fools.
I blame the June heat
and everything about him.
Submitted by Venus
Daisies
Connie Wanek
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Poem topics: hope, june, kiss, sorry, april fools, wait, answer, question, wrong, understand, democracy, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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