Picking just one is the hardest of all, each brings a different memory to mind, their array of colour, beauty, a satin delicate petal.

He loves me... he loves me not...

With roses I feel bored by their overdone beauty. With orchids I feel for their erotic beauty. With an iris I marvel at their delicate beauty.

He loves me... he loves me not...

The apple blossom blooms for such a short life filling the spring air with fruity sweetness combined with the fragrant lilac blossoms across the way memories of a childhood long since gone.

He loves me... he loves me not...

The snowdrop blossoms poking up from the harsh winter's snow soon make way for the scent of lilies that will soon fill the air.

He loves me... he loves me not...

Poinsettia's at Christmas, the cherry blossom festival to mark the start of Spring. Magnolias and lilacs line the street where I live.

He loves me... he loves me not...

Gardenias, geranium and lavender still smell as sweet. Sunflowers seen as far as the eye can see in fields where we meet.

He loves me... he loves me not...

I love them each for a different reason. They come with rebirth, renewal... the dawn of a new season.

He loves me... he loves me not...

But one remains above the rest, it's friendly face in all the colours of the rainbow... wild and tamed at the same glance.

The daisy.