'Tis the season for awful poetry

[_daeron]

*wonders why Lomion didn't turn up for this lesson*
*decides he's clearly not motivated and therefore not deserving benefitting from his genius*

*decides to devote his time to something more worthwhile and writes a poem in honour of his love*



My heaven is,
seeing you.
My heaven is,
telling you "I love you".
My heaven is,
holding your hand.
My heaven is,
sharing a hug with you.
My heaven is,
sharing a kiss with you.
My heaven is,
you.

((By someone called, "Tweek." Well done Tweek.))