I gave my love a bouquet of lightning and she looked back at me.
"To symbolize the thrill you bring to every moment,"
I swore,
"and the thunderous love I have for you!"

She seemed somehow unimpressed.
"Samuel gave me the rivers,"
she said, "I can drink of the rivers.
What can I do with your storm?
Be electrocuted?"

"Well, for one, Sam can’t give you the rivers;
they’re the King’s. This is more of a metaphor,
and -"
"Looks like the storm is ending," she said,
walking away. "You know,
Bobby offered me the earth beneath my feet."
"Again, that’s the King’s, not his to provide,
but very generous of him -"
"I can touch the earth. I can feel the water."
"What can I do with your thunder and lightning?"
"You can feel them, just like you can feel me?"
"Inappropriate."
I thought it might have been too far. Perhaps it was
the shock value I was going for.
"Er… sorry. I will seek a better gift for next time."

So now I’m looking for a bouquet of starlight.
Anybody got some?