Thank you Rosie for finally seeing
that without him I'd be a lonesome being...

And birds we were,
rich, but with not things of the world...

What a feeling beginning to grow inside of me,
oh how he makes me feel...

Looking at you,
you look like him...

I wrote a poem with a twist
a sharp something or other...

Two in one
one and two...

Walking back to your house
knowing nobody's home...

Born again into your presence
a new girl, fresh and pure...

You've earnt a chapter within
my heart...