Here we stand in a park with beauty.
Nothing special, nothing brass or snooty...

Even though this poem is from the hip.
My love for you is very zipped...

Andrea is her name,
Loving Pete is her game...

Today, I was thinking of you.
And then, out of the blue...

(appears on a framed picture scrapbook of my son's...
Gaze upon the background of stones...

Andrea, Andee, whatever your name
My love for you is great just the same...

Classmates.com has been around a few years.
But when I looked you up, nothing but tears...

I called you one night just to say hello.
Because the sound of your voice - calms me so...