"Yep!" Taube giggled. "Now just what to write..." Taube thought and began to write a once simple poem. But when it turned the way it did, it became much more than a simple poem indeed.
Am I really in love?
Can't think straight
Outside my mind
I feel him
I see him
Staring straight at me
I know him
Have for a while now
He doesn't really attract me
Until I see him
I feel him
I see him
Staring straight at me
And for once,
I stare straight back at him.
And I wouldn't imagine it anything else.
Taube quickly shut her poetry notebook before anybody saw. She hoped Charlotte hadn't seen it or she'd probably never live it down. She looked out the window, and sure enough, TIl was staring up at her. And Taube stared straight back.