If you should come to any harm,
I would blame it on my self...

Beautiful days,
Sing songs of sisters...

No burdens shall thy love carry for now,
But only when the burdens true, do set...

Not only will I give you my consent,
But with that I will give you all my love...

Near the grove, beyond the willow tree,
Sits a sad young buzzy bee...

It seemed to me that it would be different,
the end of the world...

The Leaves fall from the trees,
I can not cast its spell...

There's a rhyme and reason,
For every little thing...

There was ne'er a more sad time,
Than when I lost my love...

(To be read quickly. The last line to be read...
To have trust in one's friends...

(For Chuck)
This poem's for you...