Don't be acting so sly
I know where your eyes are
They're surveying my life
Reading my poetry, my handwritten strife
They're not all about you but enough to seem off

But you went looking,
Found your place
Of which you'd like to stay
Made a fire from your own self assurance
And a bed for you to lay
With poems so many it's an avid invitation
But isn't complete without your blonde inclination

So read these, I dare you, cause this one's for you
And you'll remember the cornbread
You devoured
And who
We ran into at Westcustago Park
You'll remember the 29th
We had in the month of May
You'll recall each crazy, impossible day
As much as I recall, Mr. Elvankal
And I do, recall them all.