Happy Poetry Day! Here's a little treat from yours truly. It's my first one-shot!
Disclaimer: Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh own Phineas and Ferb.
It was that time of year again: Candace's birthday. But this wasn't just any birthday. Oh no. This was her 21st birthday, and to Jeremy, this was a big deal. He had a plan, an important one. So how exactly would he do this? Something romantic... Like maybe...
Building a rocket, or fighting a mummy, or climbing up the Eiffel Tower!
Maybe not. Jeremy knew her well enough to know those things would make Candace go crazy. Besides, those were the trademarks of her brothers, Phineas and Ferb. How about a poem? Candace was a sweet girl. She'd appreciate a sweet poem too, right? So Jeremy set his pen on his mother's finest stationery. Mrs. Johnson had liked Candace, and was fine with letting Jeremy use her paper. It was tinted the lightest shade of pink. Just enough for one to notice it was there, but not enough to catch much attention. The border was much more eye-catching. It was a colorful array of tropical flowers. The color was bright and brilliant. He could also distinguish a faint scent of the Hawaiian shore and the sunset that accompanied the soft waves. Then with his best calligraphy, he wrote…
Another year older,
Or another year younger...
Does it matter?
No… no, it doesn't.
I will love you always.
Don't you see?
Age doesn't matter.
Ask Ferb, he'll agree.
...
Do you remember?
...
When you were five,
You were the one who would cheer.
Kindergarten was a such a bore,
Until I met you, the queen bee of my hive.
We studied insects that year,
With someone sweet I adored.
...
When you were six,
That day I felt cerulean blue,
And blue of the summer sky.
It was you who gave my mood a fix.
I knew you cared about me too;
You were the one who asked 'why?'
...
When you were seven,
That memorable field trip to the zoo,
With all the foxes, owls, and raccoons...
You surprised me even!
Would you still like to pet a kangaroo?
Or all the beavers, bears, and baboons?
...
When you were eight,
We went to the movies,
And watched Ducky Momo: Lookies.
You were late, but I didn't mind to wait.
It was the age of 'cooties',
But we still shared those chocolate chip cookies.
...
When you were nine,
Humor was mandatory,
And everyone competed for teacher's pet.
I was your Valentine and you were mine.
The class was impressed by your fantastic story.
Don't tell me you didn't like me yet.
...
When you were ten,
Remember the pencil?
You little chewing bandit!
Found tucked away in my safe like a little red hen,
And no, it wasn't dull.
It was still as sharp as your quick wit.
...
When you were eleven,
A fox couldn't be more clever
Than my lovely, lovely lady.
We shared a watermelon.
And I'll stop loving you… never.
Because we were the best of mateys.
...
When you were twelve,
I wish I could tell.
You seemed so closed off…
The questions, shelved.
I wished you were well.
How much I worried made others scoff.
...
When you were thirteen,
That was one great party!
Now officially a teenager…
Time flies like a scene,
And your laugh so hearty.
Such a charming dreamer!
...
When you were fourteen,
Do I sense romance in the air?
I seem to see you everywhere.
Your urge to bust so peachy keen,
And also your awkwardly elegant flair.
I could always count on you to be there.
...
When you were fifteen,
All I listened to was your friendly chitter-chatter,
While I heard the rain's silence.
Riparian flowers and desert sand shined citrine
Before we watched the pitter-patter.
Did you feel compliance?
...
When you were sixteen,
I shall always remember that sweet sixteen kiss,
And your hugs, gentle and warm,
And your ravishing dress in moss green.
All the time I spend with you is bliss.
With you, I'd even feel fine in an ice storm.
...
When you were seventeen,
As colorful and bright as a butterfly's wing,
The prom was our legacy.
You were the entrancing queen,
And I, your loyal king.
To compliment you, my tuxedo was ebony.
...
When you were eighteen,
Look at us!
A college couple!
I'd tell you to lay off the caffeine,
But if I did, you'd miss the bus.
I think our love doubled.
...
When you were nineteen,
That stargazing picnic
Was as reflective as a pond.
I treated you like a true queen,
While the crickets' serenade was rhythmic.
One of our best chances to bond.
...
When you were twenty,
How's law school?
I've never been more impressed.
Our abundant love's still a plenty.
I think you're so cool!
Why, you must have been stressed.
...
For you, I'll recite the Parisian wish of Miss Isabella:
"Ma chérie, je t'aime."
If only Phineas had charmed his Cinderella...
But 'til then, I shall allure my beautiful dame,
So again… ma chérie, je t'aime.
...
My sweet darling, where have you been?
Our love's worth diamonds…
Which reminds me…
Will you marry me, Candace Flynn?
The 22-year-old Jeremy Johnson sat back in his office chair, quite pleased with himself. He meticulously folded the parchment into thirds and gently slid it into an equally elegant envelope. Jeremy sealed it and placed it on his desk, next to a small, black velvet box. He stood up and stretched, then set his eyes on the wall calendar above his home office. July 11th… tomorrow. He was ready. For Candace's new chapter in life. And his own.
Am I a decent poet? And wasn't that sweet? Don't forget to review, my loyal readers!
~Fyrvi