How does Arnold feel about Helga, hmm? I'll eventually work my way up to a full blown story. Please read, review, and enjoy!
He's Gotta Have It
She makes him sick to the his stomach with her lies
Her blonde hair is not flaxen, she is not pretty save for her eyes
To reach for her soul, is to play a devil's game
To see with a heart unclouded is his primal aim
The worst she has done is allow the hate to fall from her lips
Her tongue is coarse, as the bitterness slips
Eventually, she will morph into beauty
Catching his attention will be her general duty
The punches, the spitballs, the unforgiving glares
But underneath all that, he still can't help but stare
A grimace, a scowl, a frown, and then a rarity
Beneath her sadness, he can see with clarity
A smile swims to the surface,
Oh, but if she had a surplus—
What she lacks in honesty, and tact,
He makes up with the harsh reality of fact
That despite her seemingly cruel exterior
Lurks a young woman that feels inferior
She needs him whether she knows it or not
He needs her; because she fills many of his thoughts
One day, they can admit the truth of the matter
Her soul is fragile, something that he mustn't shatter
Her charm, her intelligence, her irascible wit
And even still, he's gotta have it
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That was it! Did you like it? I wanted to do a companion to Helga's poem. I'm not really good at writing poetry, but I try my best. Thank you for reading this, I hope you liked the poem. Peace!
-Shanni