To Be Called Lovely

Lovely. Yeah, right.

Think that, I might.

That's all we do. Think.

Please. I also flirt and wink.

I know that, obviously.

You think little of me.

That's not entirely true.

And to think, I think of you.

Positively, I hope.

Negatively? Nope.

'Nope'? You use that word?

I just did, nerd.

Look who's talking, elite, brainy one.

You've got that right, hun.

Save that endearing term.

The thought makes me squirm.

I can't think of a rhyme.

Don't worry. Take your time.

You know I will, lover boy.

I admit it: the endearing terms do annoy.

That, I believe, I did aforemention.

Your stinginess is hard on my comprehension.

Your ignorance is hard on my patience.

You must be difficult to maintenance.

So funny I forgot to laugh.

Your laugh isn't needed on my behalf.

What is that even supposed to mean?

I think that answer is easily seen.

(Author's Note: I hope this made sense... It was supposed to be Ian and Amy. Not necessarily talking to each other, though. I think of it as more of a telepathic kind of thing, but in rhyme. Also, I know that aforemention isn't a real word, but hey, Dr. Seuss made up words as he went along, didn't he? ;D Thank you for reading, please review!)