Well goodness me here is a poem for thee
My heart my mess in four stanzas or less.
They'll all be from me oh no down to three
Not much to confess not much left to guess.

It may sound like dung and is rolls off my tongue
Don't take this as pressure my darling sweet treasure.
Sweet words we have sung and in the clouds we hung
You are my hearts greatest pleasure to an infinite measure.

Not yet will we start for unready is the heart
Patiently we will wait till our time and our date.
Though we're apart we are music we are art
Love isn't a weight and should not frustrate.

Well I am okay with this and I will wait for my kiss
I don't mind being a friend and not the one which you depend
On this line I will use the word bliss but not with remiss
Writing you poems might turn into a trend but for this one right here this is the end.