There are one thousand oceans <br />And each one is dry <br />Lurking at the bottom of this <br />Merciless divide <br />There are one million buttercups <br />Which I planted and cried <br />I knew <br />You would pick one <br />And tell me goodbye.<br /><br />Olivia Capulet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buttercups/
