• He was a normal boy,
    When he moved in seventh grade.
    He started at his new school
    With no fears in his mind.


    His optimism was nothing short of wrong,
    For when he met his peers
    They were the opposite of him.
    He sure did not fit in.


    In a world where guys
    Liked hockey and skateboarding
    He liked Harry Potter books
    And flirting with the chics.


    They taunted his accent,
    Though I thought it was cute.
    They mercilessly insulted
    And branded him a loser.


    He asked my friend to dance,
    She instantly said no,
    He hung out with my friends,
    But received bruises on his shins.


    So when the next year came,
    And we really got along,
    We bonded instantly.
    My friends knew it all along.


    For in the beginning of December
    He asked me out on a date.
    I was simply sent to heaven
    In that dark theatre with him.




    I thought everything was perfect,
    On our first and second date.
    His crazy side was revealed
    And I could not help but embrace it.


    We both love Harry Potter,
    And our conversations were so deep.
    He told me I was beautiful,
    I was living in a dream.


    So when he took me out
    On Valentines Day night
    With my hair straightened
    He made me feel so perfect.


    He played gently with my hair,
    And further caressed me with a kiss.
    The movie was terrific,
    It was Pink Panther that we saw.


    But what made the night so special,
    Was that I was with him.

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