White Daisies

I saw a man standing by the seller

He held a bouquet of white daisies

Beautiful and glorious they were

Like the morning dew

Ask I did

For whom they were meant for

Answered indeed

"For the one I love most, of course."

Again he continued

"For the one who is as pure as these"

"For the one who is as lovely as these"

"For she is the one I love most."

He looked outside the window

Waved at a girl of age around 8

Then he pointed at her and said

"My dearest baby sister is the one I love most!"