—THOUGH I MIGHT STEAL YOUR DIAMONDS, I’LL BRING YOU BACK SOME GOLD

 

 

    I hand her a misfit daisy and say, I picked this for you, though there were hornets, and spiders, and deer ticks skulking in the shrubs, though I didn’t know what you would think or say when I gave it to you, though I hoped you’d be happy and love me back without a solitary worry, and when you did, I twirled and swirled and flew up, up, up, all the way to Pluto, where I picked you a Pluto flower, which is different from every flower we have on earth, this Pluto flower being one that oozes magic elixir and lasts for eternity, like you and I, imperfectly perfect.