Bouquet of Daisy

Does he loves you like he loves me?
When he sees daisies, does he remembers me?
When he smells a scent, does he remembers mine?
When he's with you, does he thinks of me, sometimes?

When he hears that special song, does he thinks of us?
When he goes to that special place, do memories make him smile?

Does he shares his dreams with you, like he did with me?
Does he sometimes shares his worries with you, like he sometimes did with me?
Does he lets you see his fears and tears?
Does he opens up to you, like he did with me?

Does he holds you tight every night?
And hugs you tight before he leaves every morning?
Do you miss him before the hour's gone?
Does he calls you in the middle of the day, just to hear your voice?

Do you wait up for him, like I did for him?
Do you wait by the phone, waiting for his call, when he is late?
Do you sit by him, just sit by him, just to listen to his voice?
Do you caress his face, like I used to do?

Will you stand by him through trials and storms?
Will you hold his hand when his fortunes turn?
Will you still love him when his youth is gone?

Do you hurt when he is tired?
Ache when he is sad?
Do you pray for his soul, every morning and night?
Do you love him, really love him, like I do?

Does he loves you like he loved me?