When I read the poems she wrote for me,
In reply to the ones I wrote for her,
It makes me feel so high and mighty,
As if no one can ever steal my thunder;

Every time I heard her voice on the telephone,
Making everything sound extraordinary;
She never could help that bossy tone,
Yet sound like the perfect Disney fairy;

If she were mine I'd be invincible,
Without her I cant help but feel invisible,
The very thought of her and my heart melts,
Today I saw her get married to someone else.