Author's Note: This is definitely supposed to be simpler and shorter than my, "Bittersweet Passion", so I hope you enjoy "Amy's" spoken poetry she recites to...well, you. Amy's actually not lying about her feelings in this poem either, so it's not necessarily ShadAmy romance, unless your inner fan girl just can't help but see it as that, hehe.

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"With him, she's actually not in love

Because at night, she still cuddles her darling hero's stolen glove!

Her hero is everything a cute girl's future is made of!"

[Sighs dreamily]

"So to begin with, it's not like their eyes would ever meet

Maybe cross, but it would be brief

It's not like they would ever speak

Maybe cooperate, but not ordinarily

It's not like they would interact

Like he and that curvaceous bat

No, their friendship was disappointingly discrete

A glass half-empty,

Because he no longer remembered she

…Or so she believed

She threw fits and tantrums about how fate was so mean

Because on that Colony thingie, she'd made quite a feat

The fact that he had amnesia was ironically obscene!"

[Gasps melodramatically]

"What? No, It's not love, really!

Love only involves Sonie!

Uh, I mean...

...Oh dear me...

Look, it's just curiosity

To a, uh….certain degree

That other hedgehog's just so eerie, you see!

With his schizophrenic epiphany

With a backstory of trauma he hasn't been able to defeat

He talks with this gruff tone of speech

And sneers with a concrete hatred for reality

He masters both loyalty and disloyalty

Whichever brings him closer to the end of his, "What's the truth of me?" journey

Then there's his standoffish insecurity

That keeps him from using any chivalry before a lady

He only holds sincerity and obedience for little Marie…"

[Coughs nervously]

"Right, Maria that is, who might even be a false memory

Oh and he's not independent, he's just lonely!

But his intelligence is never offbeat

His voice is as ancient as the museum's antique

His wide vocab-ability is baffling

The bib of white unusuality on his black body

His fiery red hairstreak

His thick air of mystery

All adds up to a kind of…inscrutable yet charming uniquity

Against these qualities,

No one can compete

Not even her darling blue hero's feet!

No one can be this ridiculously complex, most certainly

So what had been Professor Gerald's secret recipe?

To have free-styled a humanoid artificiality?

Was it Professor Gerald's geniusity or insanity that made him so errorlessly?

Or was it the Aliens who thought manipulating him into destroying Mankind would be funny?

Does he ever sleep?

Does he even eat?

Do his wounds ever bleed?

Does he have hormones to get horny?

…Will he ever be happy?

….Is he destined to be incomplete?

...Is it just his heart that's in need?

…Is he externally sour, because he internally is sweet?

…What kind of oxygen does he breathe?

Because he's too different from the rest of their little elite

Whatever it may be,

She hates his mystique

Because the sight of him, the sound of him, begrudgingly,

Makes her knees weak."

[Laughs humorlessly]

"...A-Am I--erm, she a little too deep?

Because she's not in love, so to speak

She's weak because she's trying to figure him out so desperately!

Since at night it's Son--...ahh, her hero's name she would repeat!

But with Shad--AHEM--him, she was just...in curiosity

...Hey, are you trying to say this "she" is secretly me?!"