Author's Note: I decided that instead of a regular story, I would write a poem. This kind is called a villanelle. The rhyme scheme is very complicated, so I won't explain it here. I have a sonnet from Bobby to Alex written, but I don't know if it works yet.

Enjoy.


From Alex to Bobby

From his size 13 past his big hands

Where shall we begin?

That's one deadly handsome man

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That body is a land of wonder

Saying this gives me no chagrin

From his size 13 past his big hands

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Every day for him I hunger

Warming in the face of his shy grin

That's one deadly handsome man

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Leaving him my heart would be torn asunder

His velvet voice speaks over the din

From his size 13 past his big hands

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Perfect in looks, older or younger

Perfect is even his tie pin

That's one deadly handsome man

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His mind I also would love to plunder

To lay sweet kisses on his chin

From his size 13 past his big hands

That's one deadly handsome man


Another note: There are supposed to be five sets of three lines and one set of four lines, but it won't let me put spaces in between (thus the dashes)! Arrrgggg! Anyway, review!