Second+Period+Group+Five

 **Love** Charlie was always after the girl in blue, Chasing, wanting, yearning for attention. If she noticed, she would never mention, Each time he saw her, his love only grew. Every single day brought a feeling new. Always keeping her in his line of vision, With the days passing only grew the tension. The day she did look, she would come to rue, The love that blossomed was young, sweet, and pure. Wraped up in her love, he asked for her hand, She happily said yes, yet faith can grow cold. His own faith in her love, he had grown unsure. Anguished by thoughts of her with another man, He strangled her, never again to have or hold.

** Corine Rhom Margaret Swearingen **