I don't want you to miss a single one of the poems I write for you,
they are so many words I left unpublished that she never even knew.
I'd written of the moment that light crashed to the floor,
and I've wrote a thousand words of her being the one I do adore.
But she's missed so many lines, and I wouldn't wish that upon you,
so for as long as I keep writing I'll keep sending you them to.