My joyful girl, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you cuddle, hoot and swim,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the silly jim.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more merry, funny and little.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the astute vittle.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your moot eyes, legs and attitude.
Thinking of your sunny legs fills my days.
My love for you is the mean amplitude.
Now I must away with a brittle heart,
Remember my dearest words whilst we're apart, my starlight
Fresh pov:
Im walking around and something pulls me somewhere where could I be theres so many rooms i call out "hello" all I got back was an echo and i kept finding alot of bacon soup and i cant seem to find an exit well this is just...SWELL when i get back im punching a tree i storm around then i fall through a hole the i grabbed the edge of the hole and my hand slipped I let out a scream as i fall, i wake up im in a forest no one is near and its raining was it all a dream? Did I not actually die and did none of this happen? Either way I must check if it was a mere dream, so I ran to my brothers house to see what happens and I see a mourning error and as soon as he sees me... He hugs me!? Ok now I'm sure I'm dreaming but first I hug him back
