Harvestor Of Sorrow
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: Dust In The Wind
I was walking home the other day from the gym and there was this little girl (probably 5 or 6) and she was walking ahead of her mom and the girl kind of jogged up to me with a buttercup flower in her hand and said "this is for you". Completely random and out of nowhere. She smiled as did I, but it's little gifts like that that mean so much to me. A lot of people put a monetary value on a gift, but when it comes from the heart, it truly is priceless. She reminded me of myself when I was her age when I used to have crushes and do the 'ol "she loves me, she loves me not", lol. I kept the flower and I want to put it into a glass frame but I don't want them crushed, so I don't know what to do.
And wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went she
One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride
Saying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare
Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair"