I wrote that I would write
And write for life
When pushing came and pushing shoved
I would keep my eyes on steady love
To hope to find but always seek
Love comes hither to black out bleak
In love pure and always true
In passion red and comfort blue
To always love and never lust
Because to me it’s all or bust
In some large or small contrite a rhyme
Will be belittled by the one that I call mine
It will be the one who marries me
The one who’s love can set me free