You are my first
My one and only...

Someday
I will meet the girl...

She's ready
Waiting for me to sweep her off her feet...

Poetry
A beautiful thing...

This poem is read rather quickly, with some...
O, muse...

My soul is all a flutter
Nervousness...

I know that I have so much to be thankful for
But all that I wanted was to see you...

You hate to see it go
Fading, ending...