daisies

By Lost in Emotion

I bring thee daisies because it is thy name sake.
Thy beauty is perfection: skin white and smooth as fresh milk;
Lips full and luscious and cherry red;
Body so curved as to epitomize the hour glass;
And bosoms so generous never seen before in thy race.

I am cursed as thou art fortunate.
I am wretched as thou art gleeful and carefree.
I am hideous as thou art fetching.
I am forlorn as thou art cheerful.
I am forsaken 'cause thy beau is embraced by thy arms...