Justice in Daisies.

She was beautiful

In the ways all women are

But she was different

In ways that when compared to those of her sex

Set her most noticeably apart

Her eyes were of the most piercing bluish tint

Providing her with an almost eerie look upon her gorgeous face

Whenever she would squint

She had the most tempestuous mouth

That beheld the softest lips one could have ever been blessed with the pleasure of having kissed

It felt like pure sunshine

Radiating its warmth and pleasure upon my lips

Her hair was that of the most golden flowers in any field.

So upon deciding to bestow upon her a simple heartfelt gift

And after having a handful of flowers gathered into

One fist

Along the way I cast them aside

Because it was then that I realized the truth in all of this:

No use bringing her daisies

Daisies never did her justice.

-s.