Dear Code-name Night Crawler,

They say,
"The poor want to be rich
While the rich want to be richer

The hungry are left to die

While the full complain about apple pie

The minority want rights

While the majority only care about tights."

Aren't we greedy?
I must admit, I am too.

But I don't need money
When I can have you

Your laughter feeds me
Don't worry, I'll feed you too

Though I'd have to say
You would look funky in tights,

My heart is certain
That you're Mr. Right

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NOTE: Ms. Mah! This is my second post for the valentine message thingy. There's another one if you scroll down (:

To those who know who he is, please know that I'm fully aware of our age difference. *Laugh*

I chose to dedicate this Valentine message to him as a "thank you" for helping me through my midlife-crisis-at-the-age-of-sixteen, putting up with my hyperactive insanity, laughing at my totally-not-lame jokes, and making me laugh with his also-totally-not-lame jokes.

So thank you, Night Crawler, my partner in being forever single.
 Happy belated Valentine's Day.