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The next day...
Blossom's
POV: I woke up early this morning just to find a boquet of roses on my
window. I blushed and decided to take it and know who's it from. I know
I've been popular to the boys with my smarts, hair, and personality. I
know its another boy who has a crush on me. I'm used to it. I stood up
and wore my bunny slippers and took the roses. Oh yeah! Did I just said
that I have my own room? The walls are pink, even the rug. I have one
large dark pink bed with curtains, and I have 5 shelves filled with
books. I don't know why I have shelves in my room even though we
already have a private library. And I also have a picture of me and my
sisters and professor hanging one the wall. I missed professor. He died
2 years ago because he was doing this kind of experiment when large
explosion and he died. We lived to a new house. We were adopted by
Ms.Kean. She's ok and very responsible. She told me whenever she's not
here, I'm the second mother of my sisters. Well, enough of that. I took
the roses and read the letter. It has a poem:
To: Blossom
From: Your secret admirer
For you I would climb The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean Your love I do seek.
For you I would cross The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand To have you by my side.
For you are the one Who makes me whole
You've captured my heart And touched my soul.
For you are the one That stepped out of my dreams
Gave me new hope Showed me what love means.
For you alone Are my reason to live
For the compassion you show And the care that you give.
You came into my life
And made me complete
Each time I see you My heart skips a beat.
For you define beauty In both body and mind
Your soft, gentle face More beauty I'll ne'er find.
For you are the one God sent from above
The angel I needed For whom I do love.
I was touch. I'm not even sure men can make poems. All they do are games, but this one?! I'm so touched! I hope I will know it is! He seems smart because of this beautiful poem! I placed the roses on my desk and took a quick bath. I went downstairs just to see Buttercup and Bubbles, already eating their oatmeals. Bubbles was very quiet, and Buttercup just kept talking thinking that Bubbles was listening. I giggled and went to my chair and ate my oatmeal.
That's what I can do now! Please wait for the next chapter! On and the poem, I didn't create that. Chris Messick is the one who made the poem. I just thought you wanted to know.