Golden daffodil she is; that floats in the evening breeze;
Gets to a worthy beholder; yet sets him to freeze.
The smiles She would give; just by her timid eyes;
When the butterfly gets to her; timid and shy she flies;
Oh dear daffodil; what of the fragrance you keep;
Oh dear daffodil; what of your heart if i cant have a peep?
So many stories to make, many more hearts to adore
Just as the daffodil in the garden; you should mean to be more
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