I could send it in a letter
My ideas to make us better
Tears fill my eyes making them wetter
Think I should just forget her
It all comes down to selecting words
Not the everyday ones she’s heard
But something new, spectacular
Romance being the vernacular
I am not the charming prince
Not written a letter since
The 60s when I was a beatnik
Forgot the how’s – hook, and trick.
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