He loves me, he loves me not,
He loves me, he loves me not!
How often as children one picked a daisy from the field and chanted this little verse as one plucked the petals off the flower.Somehow or other one always managed to pick the last petal on "he loves me" and this would make our day.
Even now as an adult, whenever I see a field of daisies, I want to run and pluck one and say, "He love me, he loves me not". Perhaps today is just the day to do so!
Happy Valentine's Day to all!