I took a shower, got ready for bed, and took out the little red poetry book. The entire thin book was penned by hand in his own elegant script handwriting. The first poem was about how he dreamed of climbing the tower and sneaking in to make shameless love to me. I thought it was a given that he would have cast some kind of a silence charm to not alert the other sleeping girls as to what we were doing, but the imagery was very erotic and hot.