They say
The saddest heart
And the coldest poems
Are teller made for the
Most written poetry’s ever read
So
That  had my mind wondered
If there was
Any poetry for love
As
There was poetry’s for pain
So
I had to pretend
Or
Make believe that
The answer is Yes
Because in
My illusion's
My desire's
My craving's
There is only
One song
For I am
A
Happily
Ever after
Kinda
Guy