To Elf
From Lovesick Student
(Not the author)
:

Dear Elf.
I think of you often.
My teacher saw me staring into space. I was reprimanded.
I was thinking of you.

Your genteel manners and polite gentlemanly ways completely seduced me.
I was entranced.
Yet when the need arose, you were fierce.
Drawing your bow, you defeated evil.
You shot arrows of poison into the Orcs
And then turned… and aimed for me.
I was willingly defeated.
Your portrait hangs in my locker.
I have memorized its every detail.

I saw you later, too.
In a ditzy magazine.
My elf.
I saw you.
And you had slicked black spiky hair.
You gazed fiercely at the ditzes.

Not at me.

I leave you in that magazine
You can give a sexy glare as long as you like.
I am not impressed.
I set you on a shelf.
Sit there forever.
See if I care.

I am long gone by now
I have ridden away into the forests
On a noble white steed, of course
With the one I choose:
Not the ditz.
Not the man with a sexy glare.

The elf.
Of mystic lands.

Yours sincerely
Lovesick Student

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