This is a poem in Jemima's perspective about how she feels about (insert tom here). It's not specific, even though it hints at things, but I like to confuse people. It's not meant to be Alonzo or Misto or Pouncival or Tumbles or Coricopat or whoever.
Our love is pure magic
Dance with me
Subtle, eccentric
Dance with me
Even if you ignore it
Dance with me
Is our time up already?
Dance with me
Have you found someone else?
You're so immature,
You just play with the toms
You notice me like
A pug notices a pom
Because we're different, but also the same
Dance with me
And you jump when you here my name
Oh, this is our time
Because I love you and you are mine
How'd you like it? Who do you think Jemima is thinking of? Tell me I want to know your opinions. This is my first poem on here so be gentle.