A dream, I saw her from afar. Her beauty was beyond the world and on par with a star, the field of grass swayed along the windy breeze as she waited along the willow tree. "What a place you have dreamed, along the river and among the bees." Among the mountains and the seas, against the sun and with the breeze. "Tell me Mister," She laughingly plead, "Am I prettier than your dreams? Am I enough for you or less? Is it enough that I tried my best?"
With that she sat, beside the tree. the leaves had fell, wanting to flee, "You are majestic, gorgeous you see, brighter than a shiny pearl in the deep dark sea." At my answer she smirked, a shy red blushed under her hat lurked. There it is, the girl I learned to love, of which her smile was purer than a dove, a star that shined needing no light, as only hope made her shine. That radiant smile is all I need, for it is the reason I have dreams. "Quid pro quo, Ms. Star, my dear. Could you please just stay here, among the flowers that dance to the wind and the dandelions that sway and bend." To my surpise she let out a sneer, she smugly smirked and she jeered.
"How bold you are, to ask out a star.." And she laughed again, turned to me and then...
My dream had come to an abrupt end.