I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them.

  With your eyes, they
  devour my soul, I
  lose control

  With your lips, I
  taste heaven

  With your touch,
  I am yours

  Take me with you,
  to the highest plains
  of love you know

  I offer you my heart,
  body and soul.
 

  "Hi Giles," Willow said as she entered the library, "whada doin'?"

  He hastily folded up the piece of paper he had been writing on, "Um,
  nothing, nothing at all. What are you doing here," he glanced at his
  watch, "it's late."

  "Oh, nothing, just thought I drop by before heading home," she replied,
  all the time wondering what he had written on the piece of paper. You'd
  think he'd been caught cheating on a exam, the way he reacted.

  "I'll drop you off, you know you shouldn't be out at this time of
  night," he said gathering his things.

  "Ya, I know," she replied.

  After dropping Willow off, he drove home. Sitting on his couch, he reach
  into his pocket, and re-read what he had written, "Idiot, you can never
  give her this, she doesn't feel the same," he crumbled the paper and
  went to bed.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  "Idiot, you can't give him this," Willow thought out loud, as she
  re-read what she had written, "he doesn't feel the same." Shaking her
  head, she thought of Rupert, a wistful smile on her lips, remembering
  when he had surprised her while writing the poem meant for him. If she
  recalled correctly, she had reacted the same way he did when she walked
  in on him....

  "Nah... couldn't be, could it?"

  'There's only one way to find out,' she thought, suddenly looking
  forward to the next day.