You've seen it before,
it's in all the movies:
the good guy gets the girl
and they ride off into oblivion.
He just tosses some stones
up at her window
and showers her with affectionate
serenades and ****** B-rate poetry.

I grabbed some rocks,
and wrote a poem.
Your house was far
and the trip was long,
and my bike now has one flat tire.

On the first throw I missed the window all together and
hit your neighbor's mailbox.
The second try hit the window but
you weren't there to answer.
The third rock broke the window.
It was actually your sister's window.

Your mail that day consisted of
a rock saying 'sorry,'
the twelve dollars I had in my pocket,
and ****** B-rate poetry.

Hopefully your insurance covers dumb ideas derived from feelings of love.