The speaker picks a daisy while walking down a dirt road and thinks of her true love and where he is today. She considers pulling the daisy's petals to see if he still loves her using the rhyme "He loves me, he loves me not." However, she realizes she doesn't need the flower to tell her what she already knows - that her love had loved her with a rare and true love, even though he had gone away long ago. She continues down the road with the daisy in her hair.