Could some be feeling a little
When love is in the air to hear,
Flowers, chocolates and romantic
cards for all
But, none to call me dear.
Gone are those days of
About if 'he' will really care,
For those sweet daisies up and
And don't bloom anywhere.
But, if we keep on searching
We will find our own white daisy
If, we look in all the secret
Where such wonder is concealed.
Shall we go on guessing then
Where we might be called to
Will they be in stormy pastures
Or only by a balmy brook.
Shall we find them blooming in
Or somewhere far away,
Will they be there just when we
And would they always stay.
Oh, I so want to find a daisy so
I can play again
Lord please turn one up for me..
Oh my, there is one now,
just as I ask
I should have known, a daisy You
You love me now, You love me not
Should I keep on forever
When there is never a love so
And in Your daisy field I'm
Never will I find another hug so
Oh such security is there,
Never is there another touch so
Never in another will I find
Such a perfect care.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission