By Snow Leopard    leopard99@hotmail.com
Date: 3 June 1998

Stars and Flowers

  I look at a girl.  Her face soft and angelic.  I look at her.  I would give 
her anything, anything in the world.  I would climb the clouds to the stars.  
I would pick each star and sting them together with moonbeams.   I would 
then place them around her neck.  I would pick all the flowers in the world.
Pick the prettiest and sweetest ones and make a lieu out of them.  I would 
place them on her brow, sweet and lovely.  I sit here looking at a girl.  
One so beautiful and elegant that no matter how many stars I give her, her 
beauty will still shine through them.  The flowers, those beautiful blossoms,
hang from her hair.  I look at each petal, on each flower, and she is prettier 
by far.  The flowers and the stars and everything else I can give her will 
never match her beauty.  I walk up to her and tell her I love her.  I ask her 
to go out with me.  She says yes, but asks what I will give her.  .  I think 
on the stars and the flowers and all sorts of beautiful things.  All this 
passes in a second as I say "My Heart," and she says yes.
       A long time passes, and we feel may joys together.  One day she walks 
up to me and hands me a letter.  She kisses me, then walks away.  I watch 
her walk away, sweet and beautiful, my lips still tingling with her kiss.  
I open the letter, and read the first few lines.  The paper falls from my 
hands as I read, "I will always love you."  I feel a tear roll down my cheek.  
And I sob escapes my mouth. The gift I gave her, greater then the eternal stars 
or the fragrant flowers, wasn't enough to keep her next to me.