<<To the fair maiden in white, who has thoroughly stolen my heart. Though we've met only in a time but brief, and yet alone the stare of your eyes had turn you to a thief. With green eyes that glitter like gems, and your long white hair from whence my craving stems. To you, I may be nothing, I'm sure. But to me, I find that you are all that I adore. The beauty of your grace, alone with words would fail to describe, even in this case, my own words would fail to inscribe.>>
<<I know this may sound conceited, but alas give me a chance, spare me a time won't you, to steal my heart all over again? Hesistate no longer, and if you must, just give me a call... and you'll find I'll always be there for you from night till rainfall. 828-230-2289>>
Ash paused, lifting her gaze up from the sheet of paper she had clutched in her hands. "I don't think that last one rhymed very well."
I hate writing poems.