A Prosaic Gift

Written by: Albert Ahearn

I harvested a small handful of beautiful dandelions arranged them in a special way that their mini-globe candelas illumined a yellow aura surrounding the nosegay cluster. Their subtle, invisible breaths exhale a perfumed atmosphere that becomes irresistible. And she who shall hold this bouquet is impelled to whiff its essence; to discover its true purpose; and accept this prosaic gift of my undying love for her.