Words don't seem to flow when I'm fine
Not many things to say when I'm happy
Heart break speeds my hand time after time
I'm sorry with you my muse is empty

It doesn't make you less then those boys who came before you
But still you beg me for a line
Envious of the pages I have written for others
So tonight what I have constructed is for you my love:

*My life with you is greater than any poem or rhyme.