"Arnold, what a boob, what a smarty-pants-know-it-all, how I despise him, and yet…
I love him.
His noble curiosity,
His keen powers of observation,
His unfaltering sense of right and wrong.
Oh, if only I could find the strength to tell him how much I adore him,
If only there was some way I could let him him know,
Some way I could whisper my secret adoring thoughts, so this fever’d brow’d,
Dare I even think it? Kiss the lips that haunt my girlish dreams?
Oh, if only,
- Helga G. Pataki