Does he truly love me? <br />I asked the small flower which grew in my bower. <br />You do have the power to answer my plea. <br /> <br /> <br />The truth I will reveal. <br />The thoughts he can provoke, they fill me, I choke. <br />This pain is no joke, this agony I feel. <br /> <br /> <br />Your intrusion is fate. <br />I see your sweet face and feel no disgrace <br />at my words. In this place, will he ask me to wait <br /> <br /> <br />while he speaks to Papa? <br />Will he ask for my hand? Will I wear a gold band? <br />Is my future planned, just like my Mama? <br /> <br /> <br />I know I am weak. <br />But I really must know, will he marriage bestow? <br />My feelings must not show, for a maid must be meek. <br /> <br />The flower did not speak.<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conversing-with-daisy/
