For Lyd

*This poem has a lot of inside jokes and stuff in it so if you don't get it, you're probably not alone*

You're in 7th grade,
and I am in 11th,
yet when we're together,
it still feels like heaven.

Our bodies may be different,
when it comes to our age,
but inside our hearts,
still beat the same.

Some people might say things,
like "He'll just want to use you,"
but they don't know me,
as well as you do.

And I would still feel the same,
like that time we watched Hitch,
and I would like you more,
than our black licorice.

And I would love your "green feet",
forever and for all time,
I guess I'm asking you Lydia,
will you be my valentine?

*for the record, she really liked this poem. I gave it to her on Sunday, 2 days before Valentine's day.*