In the whispering winds of the nearing weekend, I seek the heart of Melissa Ann, my friend. Does her gaze hold the warmth I've long adored, A mirror to my heart where love is stored? Will our paths intertwine under starlit skies, When truth blooms silently in our eyes? Does she feel this pull, this tender need, Matching my heart's rhythm, seed for seed? As hours stretch towards our fateful meet, I wonder if her heart shares my heartbeat. Does Melissa Ann love me as I do her? Hope leaps in silence, awaiting her answer.