Crimson Daisy

"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.