Disclaimer: I do not own the Music Man.
Do I love him?
The question racks my mind,
It can't be just a sill whim,
No one has been so kind.
Though I dream of walks through the park,
against him I build my case,
To him, am I just an easy mark?
Another pretty face?
When he gave the trumpet to my brother,
When he twirled me around the gym,
I realized there was no other,
I realized that I loved him.
Now there's only one question to remain:
Does he love me the same?
Hi, this is my first Music Man FanFic. It's a English/Shakespearean style sonnet. It's based off the 2003 version with Mathew Broderick ans Kristin Chenoweth. Please Review! ~JAS