Well, it's time for me to make my gift. I want to express a few things, but I'll let my verses say what I mean.
Spirit's Blossom! (PancaKe's Present)
It's just kinda hard to write
A good piece for a cute girl;
Plus a cold, realistic mind
makes me anxious and unwell.
But it's time to make you smile!
'Cause the spirit of the heart,
plus some out-of-this-world rhymes
makes a poem full of art.
Eagerness is on your mind
when you touch the keyboard pad,
and you post these happy comments
which cheers people who is sad.
In a way, we are the same
since our friends are like a gift
We evade a good night sleep
'cause we let our mind to drift.
I don't know you very well
but you must have many traits
which includes a real big heart
and a way to make days great.
I think you're a crazy girl
at the same time, you are kind
since the comments are reflected
from the blossom of the mind.
Maybe I'm exaggerating,
"no one knows why we're like this"
but if we're born once again.
I'd like you to be my sis.
I would like to end this ode
saying sorry for mistakes
And with candy canes and "SNOWCONES!!!!",
I'll give this to you: PancaKe!
PS: Know that "there are friends
who may be for you a bother,
but there are also true friends
who are closer than a brother."
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A few side notes:
PancaKe: I spell it: pan-CAKE (rhyme in the 8th stanza) ^_^
The last stanza is based on Pro: 18:24.
I wanted the end to be a strong one, and I believe there was no better way
than a quote from The Bible.
*leaves gift on the floor, close to PancaKe and runs away and hides in a safe box, peeking from a hole to see her impression*