The petals on a daisy are many,
From one to ten to twenty,

The numbers on how many times I think of you though,
I lost count, so I write notes,

I write notes of the colour of your eyes, 
And how they correspond with that of the skies

I write notes on how beautiful is your hair,
And how you just swish it everywhere,

I write notes on your lips,
And how they taste so sweet,

But most of all...

I write notes on your heart,
Because only a heart as pure and beautiful could be the birth of someone like you,

The petals on a daisy are many,
From one to ten to twenty,