*******, Charles.
You made my soy sad.
It will no longer taste good,
Instead it'll taste bad.

But thank you, Charles.
For saddening it so.
She held it in her hand making it glitter and glow.
I've given her the soy, since I dislike sad soy.
So it's meant to be hers now, for to drink or throw.

What is this magic she made the soy, happy?
How could this happen is this all a dream?
As I wonder and wonder.
I felt something touch my cheek,
it was her finger that was once touching the cold drink.
My face that was once frowning turned into a big smile.

What's this?
She handed me the drink.
That's not all, as she touched my cheek,
Making my knees go weak.
And so, with that I accepted the drink,
It was once sad but now happy.

She had to head back,
Giving one more pat on the cheek,
Finally so, we bid each other farewell.
Guess what, she blew me a kiss.
Which I caught without fail.