There is no summer flower more cheerful than the daisy. William Wordsworth described it as "Thou unassuming commonplace of nature".
Our wild daisies are non-native species that multiply quickly by seed and spreading roots. The Ox-eye daisy is the wild European species known as the Marguerite. A few years ago I pulled one Ox-eye daisy from a field by the root and stuck it unceremoniously in my garden. The next spring I had at least a dozen plants and finally had to remove them all before they took over the garden.
My friends and I used to play "he loves me, he loves me not" with daisy flowers in the days of childhood and teenage infatuations. The French started this little game but with a few more options. Here is how it goes...
Il / elle m'aime un peu, (he/she loves me a little)
beaucoup, ( loves me a lot)
passionnément, ( loves me passionately)
à la folie, ( loves me madly)
pas du tout ( loves me not at all)
If you really need to know, go pick yourself a bouquet Marguerites and play until you come up with the answer that you want.