I sniffed at a buttercup to see if you loved me,
And then I picked a daisy for another way to see;
I found a four-leaf clover (I know how lucky that they are)
And in the early twilight, I wished upon a star.
I’ve taken all those steps because no matter what I do
I’ve never gotten you to say, “Sweetheart, I love you;”
But the answers of the flora and a wish flung to the sky
Don’t do much to reassure me of what your actions oft belie;
So if you love me true, please won’t you tell me so;
Because if you don’t, with heavy sigh, I’ll have to let you go.
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