A/N: Another (very silly) fluffy, little Borra fiction. I don't know where the idea came from, just popped into my head and made me giggle. So, I hope that you all enjoy it at least a little bit. And I hope that it's not too terrible.

He had already given her flowers and chocolates. He had held her and kissed her. But Bolin wanted to do more to show Korra how much he liked her.

A poem! The idea hit him like a brick. That's it! I'll write Korra a love poem!

He sat at the table in the apartment for several hours. Pabu had given up on getting Bolin to play with him after about the first hour. Pabu was now asleep in the back of the couch. Bolin ignored Mako any time he was in the apartment, especially whenever he would ask what Bolin was concentrating so hard on.

It was late in the night when Bolin was finally finished. He was very proud of his poem. He even took it to bed with him to make sure that nothing would happen to it before he gave it to Korra.

The next morning, he shot out of bed, almost sending a sleeping Pabu into the air. He hastily got ready for the day and hurried out the door. He couldn't wait to give the poem to Korra.

Bolin made his way to the docks as quickly as he could. Once on Air Temple Island, he went to the courtyard where he figured Korra would probably be practicing her airbending. He was right.

There she was. She was sitting on the steps on the edge of the courtyard, taking a break. Bolin hesitated just a little before hurrying over to Korra.

Korra looked up in surprise. "Oh hey there, Bolin. What are you doing here so early? Did I miss practice? I didn't think we had practice today."

Bolin laughed. "No, you didn't miss any practices. I just came by to give you something." He pulled the paper out from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Oh, okay." Sighed Korra, taking the paper. "What is it?"

"It's a poem!" Exclaimed Bolin, his smile spreading across his face.

Korra didn't know what to do. "Thanks." She said finally.

Bolin was still standing there with that huge, goofy smile on his face. Korra figured she should probably read the poem. He had come all the way out to Air Temple Island so early just to give it to her, after all. And so, she read it.

Fire ferrets are red

Your eyes are so blue

You're really amazing

And you're pretty too

She bit her lip and looked up. Bolin was looking at her expectantly. "It's great, Bolin. Thank you." She gave a sheepish smile.

Bolin was not very good at writing poetry.

A/N: As always, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome. Destructive criticism and flaming is not welcome and will be ignored.