Claire-chan: Another chapter for you!

Colin: -sigh-

Tory: I want to type

Claire-chan: Sure

(Tory's POV)


Poem

Colin I've always want to write something to you about us. But what will you say when I give you this crinkled paper, edges bent and ripped. I've had it for so long I don't know if you'd want it now.

When I handed you the paper I could see your face light up with a blush. Maybe I should have waited.

There's a look
In your eyes,
That can hypnotize,
Me.

There's a feel,
In your touch,
That can bring me to my knees,
And plead.

There's a way,
In your smile,
That makes me want to stop,
And talk awhile.

There's a sound,
In your voice,
That gives me no choice,
But listen.

There's a smell,
In the air,
That lets me know,
Your there.

There's a sentence,
That has just come out of your mouth,
That makes me want to scream and shout,
I think I heard,
The words,
I love you,
Come out.

I stand wide-eyed as I feel your arms wrap around my neck pulling me closer. "I love you." You whisper into my ear. "You could have given me this sooner. I like your poems."

I smirk, "I love you too." Maybe I should write more to show him how much I care.


Claire-chan: Any old poem I found online and saved on my computer. I don't remember where though...

Tory: R&R