Daisies...

I LOVE him; I love him NOT,
I love HIM, I LOVE him not,
I love him, I love him not.

Pluck the petals away
Pluck the thorns out of
Your fingertips... and
Love him regardless of
The end result...

He loves me;
He loves me not;
I love him; I love him not.

We love, pluck out petals and
Are left with just a stem and leaves
Leaving behind the parts of us
That don't regenerate anything but
Memories of being stripped of the
Beauty of petals from loving
Each other or not.