Try and linger
Jingle-mingle,
But do not wait for Love
remain single-wingle,
The ping-pong of life
the zing-zong of marriage
Is an hopeless affair;

So made up your mind
If possible, make it rewind
the break-ups
you got over with hiccups,
Remain single-wingle
Zing-zong and jingle,
Remain single-wingle,
Zing-zong and jingle.

No poem of mine will ever make me famous,
     especially not the ones about
god and the president.
Maybe this is for the best;
     you've seen what fame has done to
god and the president.

My dear,
If I were to write you a song,
I'd surely fill my lungs

My dear,
If I were to write you a letter,
I'd surely kiss the sun
Burst into a thousand flames

My dear,
If I were to write your final words,
My pen would bleed
Of all you've been
And never seen

My dear,
If you learned I wrote your story,
Would you understand
Forgive me the tears
The loss within,
If you knew each line was a beautiful creation of mine?

My dear,
You are always mine
From infants cry
To burial time
Don't despair today
This line will become yesterday
You haven't seen my melodies or poetry
We'll kiss the sun another day.

I lie awake remembering, wishing I could sleep to forget.