Oookey, here comes a sonnet-like little thingy, a variation on
Shakespeare’s sonnet 130 ( http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15557) set in a modern contest from the point of view of a 14-15 year old girl. Nothing too serious, but I hope it can still make some of you smile 
My crush’s eyes are nothing like the sun:
They don’t burn with such a yellow-red glow
Their shade I would call a nice Facebook-blue.
He has Weasley – hair <3 & braces – his only flaw.
Sweet flower gardens don’t bloom on his cheek,
but he has freckles and lovely small ears.
His breath I can’t describe, I am such a geek,
I only stare at his smile on the screen .
His voice is awesome, he sings in a band
the guitarist is my older brother
the drummer goes out with my very best friend
I think my crush still doesn’t know my name
I am longing for an “unlove” button.
But there is none ; my connection remains.
