"Nancy Springer - Transendence" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)

Jeremy stands in the harsh wet grass
In a halo of beauty love comes to him
He watches her shoulders for a sign of wings
In a dress by Lauren love comes to him.
Jeremy blinks into the sunrise
Love comes to him, love comes to him
She kisses him on his innocent lips
In the morning love comes to him.
Love comes to him.
Love comes to him.
In a halo of beauty love comes to him.

There. A poem for you and only you, Jeremy. I will never publish it.

Okay, so I used a few words besides the ones I threatened to. Okay, so maybe I
did not pull it out of a margarine tub. Maybe I even mean some of it, awright?
Keep it and be happy.

It beats me why you want to hang around me anyway. What the hell is this, beauty
and the beast? Thank God I did not give you my unlisted number. Stay away.

Chavadon

Dear Chavadon,

I know you made cranky get-lost noises at me in your last letter, the one with
the poem, but I do not for a minute believe any of them. I just want you to know
you don't fool me. I would have been there at the usual time except I had to be
somewhere else.

It was an amazing poem. I don't know what to say. Thank you.

The strangest thing has been happening. Maybe you gave me confidence or
something, but all of a sudden, like the morning after you sent me that "love
comes to him" poem, girls started saying hi to me and smiling at me everywhere.
Okay, I'll be honest, the reason I was not in the city last week is that I had a
date with a girl to go skydiving, of all things. I can't believe I did that, but
I loved it, I want to do it again. It's scary, but wonderful, almost like
flying.

Talking with you is like that, like flying. See you next week?

Love, Jeremy

Dear Chavadon,

Why have I not heard from you? Are you not feeling well?
I should get in there to check on you, but -- God, what did you put in that
poem, anyway? Love potion? Was the ink made of something you could bottle and