a story...a story about love a story about two people, a guy and a girl in love not a guy, a boy...that shows already that a guy is writing okay, a story about love is boring, cliche and simple we want something of more substance we? you're talking to yourself, don't start calling yourself we look, both of us know that while we are one person and of one personality, we're still two different voices. Therefore I can say we and still be correct. Dork. Shutup and think. Dork. Sigh. Not that again...you do that way too often...next you'll say shrug. Shrug. Okay, I'm getting bored with myself, I'm sure the audience is to. What audience? Nevermind, I know what audience. You're not serious, are you? Why not? They eat up anything they get their hands on. In the end, I don't care, as long as I get my story poem written. Writing is hard. You do indeed have to talk to yourself to write effectively. In my opinion anyway. We all know how important your opinion is. Couldn't you find someone else to talk to? No...I haven't gotten a girlfriend yet. If I did, we'd be writing this together if I had my way. So you claim...how are you going to get a girlfriend writing stuff like this? You're blowing your cover you know... Look, I hadn't blown my cover yet, our fingers aren't recording this fast enough to keep up with that fact. Yeah, yeah...but you know you can't resist writing it down: writing this kind of thing is our way to lure girls... Not solely the reason we write of course...but it'd be nice if it helped. It doesn't help at all, you know. Yeah, I know. That's a way to keep me blue. Blue is our favorite color. Would you please stop referring to yourself like that... no one is going to take this seriously. please, let's get back to the story poem... a story...about...about love on a hill... why a hill? you hate water. i don't hate water. but that still doesn't make any sense. well, you don't know anything about mountains, plateaus, plains, flatland, nor any other dry land formation. you know hills quite well. not really...and that still doesn't work. next idea please you already did the one with sheep and wolves...and that wasn't so good... look, we're not talking about the coating yet, i just want the basic plot so to speak, can we think some more? well, there's this boy see...and he whoa, we always think from the boy's perspective. Can we aim for the girl's perspective this time? sure...but why don't you go have surgery first...eh? look, we can still do it...it'll just be a type of double perspective thing, the perspective of a girl through the perspective of a guy poet. It can't be that bad. We'll see. So we have this girl... go on... we have this girl and she's walking in the woods. she comes to a clearing...wait, the woods won't work, we want a forest so we have this girl and she's walking in the forest and she comes to a clearing...what's in the clearing? A huge tree with branches that start about 6 or 7 feet high that spread out at all angles and creates a huge amount of roof... its a clearing of trees, not sky space right...she walks up to the tree and decides its a perfect place to eat a bite and take a nap leaning against the thing while she's taking her nap, a boy about her age comes up to the tree an- WAIT! who are these people and why are they walking in this particular forest and why haven't they already met well, i haven't figured out why this particular forest...but this girl is a beautiful daughter of a family...ooh, of a landowner who helps support the local church and as a reward of sorts, they promised to teach the girl how to read and sent her to a local monastery sort of place and she's being taught by nuns but she's allowed some freedom and today she decided to have lunch on her walk through the forest. Its known to be a peaceful forest, so no worries about wolves, bears, or any other frightful creature. The boy on the otherhand is either a farmer's son or a squire...or we could go for a sort of cliche and have him be a prince who is being hid and trained at a blacksmith's and unbeknownst to him...plus his fate is to forge the sword that does something special. This is a tough choice. Let's not get too ambitious or too gender-sided either. Okay, first, the girl is exceptionally smart...or regardless of that part, she's important to the forging or what not. The what not will be the discovery of the correct rock. That's it...he won't actually forge the sword for his father who is in the middle of an important war in a civil war based solely on a family feud of many years back and he's trying to cease the thing, but that part is not so important in the end i hope, if it is, this is going to be an extremely long long poem, epic, balladic? anyway, the boy has to carry the right rock to the blacksmith, only he can carry it, the girl will discover it and convince the boy to take it, the boy will have been reluctant and will actually attempt to forge it into a necklace or something as a favor to the boy who is asking for it as a favor to the girl...the bsmith will discover that its perfect for a sword, so that's how it fits together but now back to what actually happens, cause they gots to fall in love, you know? so the boy is searching the forest for wood, not metal/rock, a certain type of wood is best for getting the right amount of heat and they have been running out of it. perhaps the forest except for the one tree is made out of a different wood that best burns the special rock and there's a specimen that the girl discovers after the boy tells her that he must cut down the tree in a hurry but he won't for her yet, but he knows that the blacksmith has to make a special sword for the king or lord to help in the war... so as he's walking in the forest, looking for the wood...he comes to the clearing. There he finds the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and he notices the tree. he decides he'll keep looking for the time being...he's too afraid to disturb the girl and he senses that she must enjoy the tree much...but he can't resist...he has a flower or some token which he silently places on her and he walks away and she wakes just in time to see him walk off and notices flower/token she's bewildered...but she leaves back for home...with the idea in her head she returns the next day and trys to stay awake this time...but sleep is almost as powerful as love and she doesn't have love at the moment so she sleeps...and the boy returns...he's only a little suprised to see her...but he's saddened cause he knows that there's no other tree left in the vicinity and he knows he'll have to cut down that tree...he watches her for a little while, leaves another token...and leaves...tells teh blacksmith that he couldn't find the tree this time and will look again tomorrow...slight slight scolding/warning they both return the next day but this time the boy decides to sleep next to her and she wakes to find him. she wakes him and they go through the pleasant kind of chatting that makes people fall in love but he doesn't tell her why he's here and she mentions that she isn't oringinally from these parts so he thinks, great, she can't miss what she rarely had...so they make plans to meet again and he tells the blacksmith that he'll chop it down and come back for people to help him get it... he returns the next day and tries to convince the girl to go with him anywhere else..., the creek, the cave, etc whatever...she suddenly asks him pointblank why he seems to want to avoid the tree and he tells her that he has to cut down the tree and why...she begs and pleads for him not to...and he reluctantly agrees...returns and gets scolded...he knows he can't avoid it any longer...meanwhile the girl comes earlier the next day and sees a different type of rock and begs the boy to try it instead...he explains to her why it won't work and she begs him to make necklace first showing him another sample that looks like its been smoothed properly or such by the wood that is plentiful in the forest...so he goes back to the blacksmith carrying the rock AND the wood and claims that the tree must be magical and hiding from him and the blacksmith doesn't believe him and he begs the bsmith to make a necklace out of the material after explaining the situation of the girl and the smooth rock, tells him that he'll trade the necklace for the tree...so the blacksmith agrees understanding matters of the heart and all and starts to make the necklace...when he discoveres that this stone indeed should make the right super strong sword...so they won't have to cut down the tree. they immediatly go out in the night to gather some more of the stone and wood and make the sword properly and ship it off...the boy returns the next day with the necklace and gives it to the girl who is sitting at the tree crying expecting it to be gone soon and he explains what happend and they are happy but they she also has to leave, she has finished her studies...so he is sad...well, he takes the sword to his father and discovers that he is actually a prince and he chooses to fight with his father...the civil war is stopped after a particular battle and the boy is slightly wounded, not mortally, that's tooooo cliche and he goes to the nearby church to discover the girl helping interpret texts for the clergyman/etc and they get to live happily together for without the civil war, they are able to disable the monarchy and setup a council of wisemen instead to be overlooked by his father. The cool thing that will set this poem apart from all other poems is that a beaver will come by and use the tree for his home. What!? You heard me. A beaver. The ending is lacking. Who doesn't love beavers. I love beavers. You love beavers. We all love beavers. Beavers can make homes out of hardwood. Beavers love hardwood. Groan.