Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Darling daisy, a petal given for each wondering thought.
Does he love me for beauty alone, his prize to be sought?
I will survive without him whilst through this mortal life to live.
Do his eyes, his words, and deeds so gently proclaim his true intent to give?
And I took his hand; he heard my heart; my soul calls out for lucid understanding.
Once inter beauty is declared, our woven souls joyous beyond all demanding.

Poem
Beverly Hooks