"
Perhaps this poem might entice you," Aislynn said as she pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket. "
This is one of the many poems, one of the boys have written for you..."
Quote:
Oh, Myrtle how fair is thee,
So beautiful and enchanting,
You’re beautiful eyes capture me.
Alas, my heart is only yours,
I would die to be with you,
When I’m in your presence my soul soars.
Please, Myrtle, return thy love,
I would be yours forever,
We'd fit together like a hand to a glove.
She recited it in a deep voice as if it were the words from Shakespeare. She hope it would be convincing.
"Did you like it Myrtle?"