On a soft and incredible morning, Norman sat on his bed. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His mouth ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Ethan to love someone with shimmering lips?

Appreciatively, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a smooth beautiful blueprint, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ethan would caress me, in his own warm way..."

"Do you?" Ethan sat down beside Norman and put his hand on Norman's arm. "I think that could be arranged."

Norman gasped softly. "But what about my shimmering lips?"

"I like them," Ethan said firmly. "I think they're ravishing."

They came together and their kiss was like a butterfly freed from its cocoon.

"I love you," Norman said softly.

"I love you too," Ethan replied and caressed him.

They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived tenderly ever after.