my heart is pounding,

i extend my hand still full of flowers

to her.

"do you want them?"

her lips part like a morning rose,

eyes lighting up, but she slowly retracts,

"i don't have any money."

the daisy necklace she's wearing catches the morning light,

shining and sparkling.

"you can have them for free, they were meant for the garbage anyway."

she smiles eagerly as i wrap

a silky pink ribbon around the sunflower and the rose,

and press them into her eager hands.

the ribbon the same gentle, inviting strawberry red as her lips.