Sir, I know not much of right,
Sir, mine was a battle of wits
Between my head and my heart
In the end, sir, I was torn to bits.
You asked me to love, I did sir,
When none came I did defer,
I did quieten, sir, I kept it all
Confined well in my chest's wall.
I see them all here worried, Lord,
Words drying in their vocal cord,
They show no sign of knowing me
But I do, sir, it's known to Thee
Of the countless thoughts I had,
Of the many words that went bad
As soon as they reached their ears,
I had to smile and say cheers.
Now in your presence, Rightmost
I wish to propose one last toast,
To her that made me whole,
She gave me this very soul,
But did so without knowing it,
For day and night I did resist;
And did so without knowing it,
It was unusual, I will admit
Earth blessed me at a time
When nothing did but a rhyme
Of things petty and abstract,
But to my world still the fact.
Sir, allow me to propose
Before my sentence goes.