I took a poetry class in college, and I wrote a poem that went something like this:
That Something That You Do
Invisible, your magic touch
Your power strong and true
To set the room on fire
With that something that you do.
I breathe it in unknowingly
A tiny piece of you
My senses all awakening
To that something that you do.
As others start to notice it
They turn and stare at you
I wish you never hit me
With that something that you do.
My professor gave me an A, and my mother hung a copy on the refrigerator.
Not bad for a poem about someone farting.
Happy Valentine's Day, and goodnight.
Love,
John