"For Hoagie:
Your eyes glisten like sapphires,
Your beautiful hair makes me swoon.
Your cheerful face,
Which always takes place,
When you fly the wide sky to the moon.
Sure, you might not be perfect,
But boy, I love ya that way.
The little imperfections,
Are not little deflections,
That always takes place June through May.
I love your bright eyes that shine like stars,
Your smile that can light up a room.
Your bright intuition,
Which puts me in position,
To love ya all through the doom.
Now I sign off with a message,
I know don't seem too smart.
January through December,
Just always remember,
You'll always be in my heart.
Love,
Your Admiring Admirer"
The figure sighed, leaning back, happy with his handy work. "Man, I'm good." Mumbled the figure. He printed out his piece of art, and folded it
up. "Now, for the hard part." The figure crept out into the hallway,
watching for signs of life. Then someone grabbed him from behind. "HI-" Numbuh 3 began, but he cut her off. "Oh good, it's just you. Oh jeez, you gave me a heart attack." He panted. Numbuh 3 smiled. "Sorry!" she cried in a whisper. "So, whatcha doin'? Delivering a love note to your 'True Love'?" She giggled. The figure drew himself up slightly. "Actually, yes. Numbuh 2 will get this letter by morning. It's a poem." Numbuh 3 smiled big. "Oooh! Can I read it?" The figure shook his head, grinning. "Wait till' morning. I'm sure Numbuh 2 will read it aloud." Numbuh 3 beamed and ran off. Praying no one would run into him, he tiptoed over to the corner. Carefully aiming his slingshot, he crashed all of the security cameras. He slipped close to his door, then slipped it under the door. Letting out his breath, he ran
back to his room. Flopping down in his room, he said to himself, "Ok, Numbuh 4, Mission.accomplished." Then Numbuh 4, Numbuh 2's secret crush,
went to sleep, dreaming of how the morning would go.
I know, short. But it'll have a big second chappie. Review!
Your eyes glisten like sapphires,
Your beautiful hair makes me swoon.
Your cheerful face,
Which always takes place,
When you fly the wide sky to the moon.
Sure, you might not be perfect,
But boy, I love ya that way.
The little imperfections,
Are not little deflections,
That always takes place June through May.
I love your bright eyes that shine like stars,
Your smile that can light up a room.
Your bright intuition,
Which puts me in position,
To love ya all through the doom.
Now I sign off with a message,
I know don't seem too smart.
January through December,
Just always remember,
You'll always be in my heart.
Love,
Your Admiring Admirer"
The figure sighed, leaning back, happy with his handy work. "Man, I'm good." Mumbled the figure. He printed out his piece of art, and folded it
up. "Now, for the hard part." The figure crept out into the hallway,
watching for signs of life. Then someone grabbed him from behind. "HI-" Numbuh 3 began, but he cut her off. "Oh good, it's just you. Oh jeez, you gave me a heart attack." He panted. Numbuh 3 smiled. "Sorry!" she cried in a whisper. "So, whatcha doin'? Delivering a love note to your 'True Love'?" She giggled. The figure drew himself up slightly. "Actually, yes. Numbuh 2 will get this letter by morning. It's a poem." Numbuh 3 smiled big. "Oooh! Can I read it?" The figure shook his head, grinning. "Wait till' morning. I'm sure Numbuh 2 will read it aloud." Numbuh 3 beamed and ran off. Praying no one would run into him, he tiptoed over to the corner. Carefully aiming his slingshot, he crashed all of the security cameras. He slipped close to his door, then slipped it under the door. Letting out his breath, he ran
back to his room. Flopping down in his room, he said to himself, "Ok, Numbuh 4, Mission.accomplished." Then Numbuh 4, Numbuh 2's secret crush,
went to sleep, dreaming of how the morning would go.
I know, short. But it'll have a big second chappie. Review!