Daisy

So confusing just the thought,
Does he love me?
Does he not?
Is it worth it to keep wishing?
my intuitions all I've got,
It's the feeling that you get Should I hope?
Should I regret?
Should I lie awake in bed?
All thoughts racing in my head,
I pick a daisy every hour Betting love upon a flower,
Petals falling to the floor Makes me love him even more,
And then one day he came across,
A patch of daisies in the moss,
He picked one out and left it there,
So fresh and new upon my stair,
I walk outside,
So sweet to do,
And the petal read:
"I love you too."