"He loves me, he loves me not," she chanted to herself, engrossed in the petal plucking of young love. Sighing she at last stood up from the daisy patch, brushed herself off and headed indoors. If only she knew if he liked her, or not.
By evening the girl had given up any hope of receiving any acknowledgment, resigning herself to never sealing the young love that had dominated her thoughts.
A knock at the door interrupted her sad heart. Tentatively opening the door she gasped in shock! There he was, all five feet of him, shyly holding something.
He quietly asked, "Will you be my Valentine?" as he handed her a home made flower.
"It is a moon wrapped in brown paper, for I love you to the moon and back....."
A dVerse poets prompt suggested by Bjorn, to write a 144 [or less] prosery which must contain the line ~ It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. This line comes from Carol Ann Duffy's poem 'Valentine'.
Here is the link: Be My Valentine