It was a day, I say, like many other days
When incidentally I met her face to face.
She’s charming as no one before
But she was only twenty four
Forgive me Daisy, I was not in trainee’s phase.
There was a year like many other years passed by,
I shouldn’t have made many reckless things, should I ?
She’s not so young but she was wise
I went all out to surprise
It was excitement but I still don’t know why.
It looks like centuries have gone away, my friend,
Since I had written gentle poem that I sent
To little Daisy, she’s my passion
The reason of my inspiration,
As if again I sing “I wanna hold your hand”.