I hold a daisy in my hand
Its beauty pure and rare.
I ask myself does she care?
How do I know?

I pull the petals off one by one.
She loves me, she loves me not.
On and on I pull the petals to know
Does she love me or does she love me not.



Finally, I get to the last petal left
And know that this time
She loves me and she is mine.
I smile and joy in my heart is felt.

Does this little game tell it right?
Is that all there is to know
Her love to me she will show?
A better way is how I feel when she holds me tight.



Love is a special feeling
That into the heart comes stealing
When she comes into view
And smiles before kissing you.

Love is complete when returned
By acts sweet and genuine
Joining your heart with mine,
Committed to a life of sharing.




Your's
Romeo Bagga