Sami Brady and Lucas Horton were sitting in the living room of the apartment they shared. Lucas was channel surfing and Sami was reading a book, her back resting against Lucas's shoulder. As Sami turned the page, Lucas turned off the TV and sighed in exasperation.

"Nothing good on?" Sami asked, her attention focused on her boyfriend.

"No," Lucas said, his voice bored.

"Are you bored without Will?" Sami asked, swinging her legs off the couch and turning to face Lucas, a smile on her face.

"Yeah, but he's at his friend's house. I'll survive," Lucas said, smiling and rubbing his eyes. "Are you hungry?"

"Yep."

"Great. I'll go order a pizza," Lucas said, standing up and going into the kitchen.

"Wonderful." Sami re-opened her book and leaned back on the couch. When she had finished the chapter, Sami's eyes wandered to a notebook lying on the end table. She had not noticed it before.

"Will must have left his notebook here," Sami said to herself. She put her book down and picked up the notebook. Sami gasped when she realized that it was not Will's notebook but Lucas's. Checking to make sure that Lucas had his back to her, Sami flipped through the pages and stopped when she found a poem with her name on it:

For Sami

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood

Perhaps I had a miserable youth

But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past

There must have been a moment of truth

For here you are

Standing there

Loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

For here you are

Standing there

Loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

Just as Sami finished reading the poem, Lucas came back into the room.

"Okay. So pizza will be here in twenty minutes. Sami? What's wrong?" Lucas asked when Sami looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"The poem. You wrote it?" Sami whispered.

Lucas walked over to the couch and saw the notebook that Sami was holding. When he saw what page Sami had been reading, Lucas looked at Sami and nodded.

"Yes, I wrote this. Some time after you fell through the glass doors at the DiMera mansion and after I helped you heal when I realized I was in love with you. I was planning on making some changes or adding to it or something and giving it to you for our anniversary next week. But since you've already seen it, there's no point, is there?" Lucas said, looking at Sami.

Sami's only response was to pull Lucas into a kiss. When they broke apart, Sami said:

"Don't change it. Leave it the way it is. It's perfect. Just like you."

"I'm not perfect," Lucas objected.

"You are to me," Sami said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Sami smiled and kissed Lucas. "Unfortunately for you, now that I know you write poetry, I expect a poem every birthday and anniversary." Sami chuckled at the look on Lucas's face, picked up her book, and started reading again, just as the doorbell rang to announce the arrival of their dinner.