How The Cherry Blossom Trees Bloom

I pluck the petals from my daisy. “Does he love me? Does he not?” As a kid, I asked you whether you liked butter. Do you remember my sweet buttercup? I still recall when you asked me out. A bouquet of roses, a suit and tie. I told you my name was Poppy Just before we kissed goodbye. Our favourite dates were the ones amongst the tulips Sweet, like the air in spring. Yet it was the sunflowers which were your favourite. We always used to laugh and sing. But now the growing season is over; Autumn is here. Forgive me, yet forget me not Because I love you my dear. Lay chrysanthemums on my grave.