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[mostmysterious]

My cousin Some horrible person composed a terrible, terrible poem in my honor. I need new - better - poetry that can erase it from my head. But alas, I don't have any books with me (and I doubt anyone else does).

Someone share something with me. Even children's rhymes are better than those four lines, I'm sure.

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[heart_clips]

The only one I literally can think from the top of my head is:

Rose are red
Violets are blue?
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The only one I literally can think from the top of my head is:

Rose are red
Violets are blue? (violets should be violet shouldn't they?)
Sugar is sweet
and so are you~

Im only good at remembering the cheesy ones because I laugh at them.

I almost cried watching the notebook if that counts for anything. And don't listen to your cousin. ^^

[mostmysterious]

Only almost cried at it? I sobbed. The Notebook is a very touching movie, so I can understand.

And I learned long ago to ignore Kenya. Unless I'm teasing him.

[heart_clips]

Yes I almost did 0.o.

Wow Yuushi-san you really are sensitive. ^^

At least your arguments are entertaining, because I'm pretty bored :/

[mostmysterious]

Yes, I am. As some would say, probably too sensitive.

I'm glad they'e entertaining; I always aim to please.

[seitekioresama]

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

-Pablo Neruda

It's one of my favorites actually, and I figured you actually needed something worthwhile on here.

[mostmysterious]

Oh Neruda. You are a man after my own heart, Keigo.

That poem is most worthwhile. And somehow I'm not surprised that you are familiar with Neruda.

[seitekioresama]

What else could you possibly expect?

I was educated with texts from all over the world, and Chilean poets just happened to one of the subjects. I have a book if you want to borrow it.

[mostmysterious]

I shall never doubt you again.

You actually have the book? All of mine are at home. I'll be by in a moment. Once I walk up all those stairs. Why did you have to get the fifth floor?