A very Shrekmantic love story

A love poem about Shrek

As I lay there

On my Shrek decaled sheets

I chinch my complete collection of Shrek on DVD to my chest

I stare up at the signed poster of Shrek, Dreaming

I dream of a day where my hero comes for me

I hear my father in the other room

Telling my mother that my "obsession" is wrong

That it is immoral

That our love is impure

And at that moment I smell the sweet scent of onions

This could only mean one thing

"Could it be true?"

"Could my time have come?"

"Could my green-knight in shining armor have finally come for me?"

I look over at my open window

A large, green head peers into my window

Two big, Beautiful, brown eyes pierce my soul

A single tear rolls off my bottom eyelid and down my cheek

A faint smile can be seen on my face

I give my heart and all my being to Shrek

Shrek is love, I whisper

Shrek is life