Mistoffolees sat on the tire in the junkyard, staring up at the heavenly bodies above. In his hands, he held a pen and pad. As he pictured Victoria in his head, he began writing as he let out his most intimate feelings he had for her on paper.
I always think about you 24/7
can't get you out of my mind,
I want so bad to be with you.
Why you gotta look so fine?
I'm longing girl, to tell you about the visions in my head,
you never will be lonely as long as roses are red.
You should never worry, my intentions, they are true,
the only thing that matters is you!
The scent of you, it calms the heart,
The sight of you, I fall apart!
I need you now,
I'll try my best to learn how,
to be all that my words might say,
I never imagined I could feel this way.
Yes, I love you and I want you.
And I can't be without,
I swear there's no doubt,
that I need you,
I adore you.
Every inch, every part,
with every little bit of my heart!
Mistoffolees stopped his writings and reread it. How could he tell her? Full of grief and disappointment, he crumpled the poem and threw it over his shoulder. He sat there gazing back up at the stars above and thought of nothing but her. As the wind picked up, the crumpled paper tumbled in the breeze down the street till it stopped in front of Victoria's feet. She slowly picked up the ball of paper, opened it and began reading. When finished, a small smile appeared and she looked up with eyes full of compassion at the black jellicle, who sat alone on the tire staring at the jellicle moon.