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