The rose is a symbol of love.
Not for me. I never understood why so many women out there would enjoy the company of a flower which is dyed the sickening shade of blood.
And you knew that.
Every year, I would receive a small handmade bouquet of daises, freshly picked from your garden.
After being with you, the pure white flower became my favourite.
You know, everytime I see these flowers littering the sides of the roads, I am reminded of you.
I wonder if she likes your daises as much as i do.
Or do you buy her those crimson red flowers like every guy does for their girl?
You know, daisies are a symbol of true love.
But your love for me came and went just like a summer's wind.
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