A petal, delicately plucked
He loves me
How easily a flower’s petal can tell
The fate of another’s mind
A declaration of rapture and fascination
The colour of joyous clouds
It floats down to join the ones that went before
He loves me not
A hurried slip
Another is taken
Bruised by name and intent
No hope nor love of hopelessness
The petal is dropped
Cushioned by the weight of the fallen
When at last one petal remains
The ritual lay spent
At the feet of the possessor
Influential with affection
A Daisy’s declaration
Of love’s disposition
An unwilling fate’s slave