He loves me, he loves me not, she tries, and it ends up on he loves me not, which isn’t what she was after but she guesses uneven petals are never guaranteed. Anyway, daisies have sex by growing nectar to lure in bees that get rubbed up in pollen and then go rub it off on a different daisy somewhere else, so what do they know about love?
will never get tired of flower petal metaphors