Disclaimers: I don't own any of the X-men:Evolution characters.
However, I do own the poem Love is… I hope you all enjoy this short story, and the poem.
Thanks,
Christy
Love is…..
Rogue took a deep breath and approached the podium. Looking out at the bored class, she locked eyes on her one and only.
"Whenever your ready Marie." Her English teacher said softly with an encouraging smile.
Taking another deep breath, she nodded and began,
"Okay, my poem is called Love is….."
"Love is sweet and love is kind.
And love is often hard to find.
For young folks love is "In the groove."
But oldsters say "True love never runs smooth."
Love is good and love is bad.
It makes you happy and makes you glad,
It breaks your heart and makes you sad.
It picks you up, it makes you complete,
And little girls think it's really neat!
When your guy looks in your eyes,
Sometimes clever and sometimes wise,
And says "I love you" "I need you" "Will you marry me?"
And you say the word that covers all three.
I say love is good and love is kind,
But I'm in love so why should I mind?
I wish everyone was in love all the time!"
Clearing her throat, she stepped back from the podium. By the time she had reached her seat, the rest of the class was reacting. Applause rang out, making a blush stand out on her pale cheeks.
"So, you did have the guts to read your poem after all." A soft voice chuckled behind her. Turning around, she stared into the pale blue eyes of her true love.
"Of course, this poem is for you!" Marie smirked, blowing her boyfriend a kiss.
"Can we talk after school? I need to ask you something." The senior asked.
"No problem."
Being in love was great…
The End
However, I do own the poem Love is… I hope you all enjoy this short story, and the poem.
Thanks,
Christy
Love is…..
Rogue took a deep breath and approached the podium. Looking out at the bored class, she locked eyes on her one and only.
"Whenever your ready Marie." Her English teacher said softly with an encouraging smile.
Taking another deep breath, she nodded and began,
"Okay, my poem is called Love is….."
"Love is sweet and love is kind.
And love is often hard to find.
For young folks love is "In the groove."
But oldsters say "True love never runs smooth."
Love is good and love is bad.
It makes you happy and makes you glad,
It breaks your heart and makes you sad.
It picks you up, it makes you complete,
And little girls think it's really neat!
When your guy looks in your eyes,
Sometimes clever and sometimes wise,
And says "I love you" "I need you" "Will you marry me?"
And you say the word that covers all three.
I say love is good and love is kind,
But I'm in love so why should I mind?
I wish everyone was in love all the time!"
Clearing her throat, she stepped back from the podium. By the time she had reached her seat, the rest of the class was reacting. Applause rang out, making a blush stand out on her pale cheeks.
"So, you did have the guts to read your poem after all." A soft voice chuckled behind her. Turning around, she stared into the pale blue eyes of her true love.
"Of course, this poem is for you!" Marie smirked, blowing her boyfriend a kiss.
"Can we talk after school? I need to ask you something." The senior asked.
"No problem."
Being in love was great…
The End
