"Crimson Daisy, Does she love me?" A bomb explodes above. She loves me not. A petal slowly falls. Yet, the sun is out Shining brightly – She loves me! I pluck a petal out. My eyes are getting cloudy – Metal drops are raining down. She loves me not. I rip a petal off. "Crimson Daisy, May I ask, Why are you so red?" Oh. My blood has stained your petals. "I'm sorry. I said I would come back." She loves me. My crimson hand it falls. Good-bye my Yellow Daisy. I loved you most of all.