KILL THE LOVE

You are gurgeus, said the graas course to the daisy cradled by the wind.
The daisy bowed. It remember rice field, vegetables, and the lowing of buffaloes hurrying away before down.

You steal my heart. wishpered the grass course winking. The daisy shyly.
Gazed into the distance looking for assurances.
She looked back at the grass course who smilling melancholically fumbled with his hair.

You are wonder, hissed the grass course with scrutinishing eyes. The daisy sobbed. You are conceited she grumbled.

But, I hate expectation, I hate the waiting heart, I hate. . . . . . . .

You are a jealous creature!!!!!!!!! You hate everything. Not at all !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Said the grass course grabbing the fingers of the daisy. I Love You. . . . . . . . . . . .