Pair of daisies lie on sand,
Plucked by lover’s lonely hands.
“Loves me or he loves me not… ”
Until by creeping waves they’re caught
To end their beauty’s fleeting span.
True love or infatuation?
Or just flowers in saturation.
This is an entry in this week’s YeahWrite poety challenge: https://yeahwrite.me/current-weekly-challenges/
The entry is for two of the prompts: the picture itself, and the word infatuation.