I don’t speak in Morse,
so I shall make it brief.
Nothing more than a terse,
but a vivid message as well, it shall be.
My words shall be utterly clear,
OH Hannah my sweet loving dear!

I may have been a bit unduly far,
but certainly I haven’t been near.
With your feelings I tried to be on par,
but who knows, I may have been very austere.
Austere that I thought your passions were of a low price,
I still remember how I overlooked you twice.

It is my fault, that my chance of getting you back,
is no more than the prospect a number has on a dice.
One out of six sounds sporadic to the ear,
but I will fight the odds all over here.
For your feelings lie in a sealed sack
that can’t be released even in a year,
unless I amend the fact that I’m austere.