Two single flowers in a beautiful garden,
Each one which I know so well,
One is a beautiful red, red Rose,
And the other is an good-hearted Daisy.
I am pressured to pick and choose one,
To keep, hold, and love forever,
But the real, biggest, question is:
Which of the flowers is the one that is right?
The Rose seems so perfect,
And I\'ve always liked Roses
But Roses are Roses,
And Roses have thorns.
The imperfect Daisy I never thought to pick,
For I have never liked it from the start,
It\'s not my first choice nor do I like it,
But it seems like the best choice to pick.
Which still keeps me hanging,
And I still want to know:which flower is the right one?
The beautiful but thorny red Rose?
Or the white good-hearted Daisy?