I may have forgotten that thing you said, I was probably thinking of bacon.
Yes my dear I love you my dear your words are never forsaken.

It's just that you see, bacon to me is not unlike the forbidden fruit.
There's no need to argue, it's plain to see this topic is clearly not moot.

Let me assure you as I remind you of that night I saw you first.
I came to the bar and saw you there and then I lost my thirst.

I drank of your smile and I could see where your rivers ran so deep.
A soul well scorn and nerves well worn by nights bearing no sleep.

We talked for a bit you gave me your time and poured many a drink.
So rare I had pondered when was it last that anyone made me think.

So now you see and cannot moot for somethings I do remember.
From the Chinese food to CVS and that one time in December.