With your eyes, they
devour my soul, I
lose control
With your lips, I
taste heaven

With your touch,
I am yours

Take me with you,
to the highest plains
of love you know

I offer you my heart,
body and soul.

"Hi Giles," Willow said as she entered the library, "whada doin'?"

He hastily folded up the piece of paper he had been writing on.

"Um, nothing, nothing at all. What are you doing here?" he glanced at his watch, "It's late."

"Oh, nothing, just thought I drop by before heading home," she replied, all the time wondering what he had written on the piece of paper.

You'd think he'd been caught cheating on a exam, the way he reacted she thought.

"I'll drop you off, you know you shouldn't be out at this time of night," he said gathering his things.

"Ya, I know," she replied.

After dropping Willow off, he drove home. Sitting on his couch, he reach into his pocket, and re-read what he had written, "Idiot, you can never give her this, she doesn't feel the same," he crumbled the paper and went to bed.

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"Idiot, you can't give him this," Willow thought out loud, as she re-read what she had written, "He doesn't feel the same."

Shaking her head, she thought of Rupert, a wistful smile on her lips, remembering when he had surprised her while writing the poem meant for him. If she recalled correctly, she had reacted the same way he did when she walked in on him...

"Nah... couldn't be, could it?"

'There's only one way to find out,' she thought, suddenly looking forward to the next day.

-The End-