Daisy Bell lived in the fruitful countryside, eldest of three siblings;
Like a lemony day just ended, and jet night, of red sky beginnings.

So close to her parents and siblings, like scent clinging to flowers,
She loved living sweet country life, of gold, sunlit, treasured hours.

Redbirds sang about high-rise life, in trees, with blooms, crowded;
Where rooster crows noted cool dawn, and red mists ehshrouded.

Daisy Bell was in love with John, a mechanic who had big dreams;
And lovingly restored antique vehicles. Reselling them his scheme!

John finally opened his business, along with a few skilled assistants;
For many love old vehicles, like pink stars winking, from a distance.

Fabulously feathered wings flapped prettily, as fond friends visited;
And backdoors went to and fro, since priceless time is, but limited.

Alternate winds of ferocity and faintness blew, when family arrived;
In the fall of fading, twilight surprise, and oldest love that survived.

Daisy lived in the house of tomorrow, anticipating change coming,
Glimpsed and dreamt of alternately; like fateful guitars, strumming.

Skies raged until the rainbow, touched the road of red, red, roses,
Running past Daisy's open back door; like when glamour discloses.

Saffron noon whispered to neon night, its future and storied past;
As neighbors visited nostalgic sunny days, they thought would last.

'Desert rose' blooms bore raspberry ripples, along soft pink petals,
While 'fairytale princess' lay flaming. Like when a red sunset settles.

'Kaleidoscope' cape primroses changed colors, as nature often does.
Begonias 'kissed' redly, near 'black' hibiscus, a dragon that never was!

Daisy was reluctant to marry John, though he had asked repeatedly.
She just wasn't sure she was ready yet, like girlhood gone fleetingly!

But, one day he showed her his latest project-a bicycle built for two;
And then went down on one knee, like the humbled sometimes do.

Overjoyed instead of overwhelmed, Daisy Bell finally said yes to love;
And never once regretted it, like done what heart said you should've.

They could often be seen on the bicycle for two, on Sunflower Road,
A pretty road, lined with those flowers, as if sunshine had overflowed!

'Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer - do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two.'