A Poem For My Pretty Princess
Dear Luna, so Sweet,
I pray for the day we meet.
I have seen you,
But you have not seen me.
A twinkle in my eye,
Is less than one of your stars,
A streak lightning,
Is worth every scar.
For my dear, I am hideous,
And I mean in a literal sense.
A disguise over my face,
Hides my foolishness,
To hope that I worthy,
Of your mesmerizing Grace.
Every step you take,
Sound through me ears,
And reminds me of all,
The suffering of years.
So with these words,
One thing I say that is true,
You have caused me much suffering,
So let me say "buck you."
Your Hateful Admirer
Blueblood
Luna finished reading the letter before stating the obvious.
"What the hell?"
Oh, you got me good.