53. A Poem

Roses are red
Violets are…
Wait, violets are violet.
This makes no sense.

Anyway,
Violets are blue
I'm not exactly Superman
But I'm super enough for you!

"What is this?"

"I tried to write you a love poem."

"Its… Beautiful…"

"Are you laughing at me?

"Maybe." She kissed him gently.

"I thought it was pretty good, for a first try."

"Something like that." She rested her head on his shoulder, read the poem over a second time, and started laughing again.

"Robin?"

"Yes?"

"Next time, why don't you read me something someone else wrote?"

"But mine's better."

Laughter filled the small room at his words.