He Loves Me

~He Loves Me This I Know~



I hold a daisy in my hand
Its beauty pure and rare.
I ask myself does he care?
How do I know?

I pull the petals off one by one.
He loves me, he loves me not.
On and on I pull the petals to know
Does he love me or does he love me not.

Finally, I get to the last petal left
And know that this time
He loves me and he is mine.
I smile and joy in my heart is felt.

Does this little game tell it right?
Is that all there is to know
His love to me he will show?
A better way is how I feel when he holds me tight.

Love is a special feeling
That into the heart comes stealing
When he comes into view
And smiles before kissing you.

Love is complete when returned
By acts sweet and genuine
Joining your heart with mine,
Committed to a life of sharing.