love the end! feel like the beginning could be a bit smoother

I've always preferred mums...the wild-looking ones. But, do they lunge in attack, desperation, or...?

*grins* Liked the ending. It just fit so well.

This is such an adorable poem. Sadly, flowers don't want to have anything to do with my either.

Myabe if we give it some time?

Hahaha. Very funny.

a-ha. I've always thought daffodils were somewhat stand-offish.

And personally I'm still waiting for the moon to smile down at me. I shall expect nothing less than a big cheshire-cat style grin.

Haha I liked it. Now I might not look at flowers the same...

Oh this is lovely! Don't you hate realizing that poetry isn't real; your hearts don't beat like crazed hummingbirds and trees don't whisper your name? It's kinda depressing.On the same hand, I've had poetic real life moments, where it seems I am living in poetry. Maybe one day you'll be just as lucky.

I don't know why, but I like it. Apologies for a completely useless review. =P