Disclaimer- I don't own Harvest Moon
A/n- this is told by the POV of Rick, my
sister's main character. Fourth poem in
"Memories", this is about Popuri.
The first time
I saw her
She was planting thyme
In her garden
Her bright pink hair
Reflected the sun
I longed to hug her right there
But my inner mind said no
Someone as pretty as her
Surely
Already has a lover
So I ran back to my house
And wept
Wishing the flower angel was my spouse
Suddenly there was a knock
On the door
I turned to tell whoever to keep out
But there was a soft voice
Soft as a lily in a flower arrangement
Pleading, "Let me in, please."
So against my better judgement
I opened the door
And there stood a real lily
Her soft pink curls
In wisps and her dress frilly
I said, "Yes?"
She whispered, "I believe you dropped
this."
And handed me a blue feather
My face reddened but with strange bliss
I said, "It's for you."
The flower angel smiled, "Really? Thank you."
I smiled back at her
As she hooked her arm thru
Mine and we left for the church.
A/n- this is dedicated to my sister,
Kimberly: Happy 9th b-day, Kim! Love, your older sis, Emily. (Emily is my real name)
Later dayz
CyberSerpent