Somewhat?

Clinging like a vertical steeplejack I see one small common daisy (buried in a pavement crack) petals tinged pink, blushing inanely- red, as if for the very first time they'd been, lovingly kissed remind me of a girl's fiery lips- the colour of rosé wine. Remind me of my younger days: Full-to-over-brimming with passion; how in my melancholic-malaise I'd eke out a living of a fashion. Sure many things were in ration! But-that-in-its-self was an attraction like learning to unfasten a bra strap thinking, she loves me, she loves me not with a deeply hidden lump in my throat. I-really-wanted to tie that knot, take that maiden voyage, sail that boat soon it will be spring and still ill-shod I'll be gazing at a wilting forget-me-not 'See how my mind wanders somewhat? '