Don't stop now your on a roll
Came shouts from the crowd outside
So he took out pen and paper
In hopes of another rhyme

There were faces pressed against the glass
All looking for a view
Hungry for some answers
In the form of poetic truth

The atmosphere was sticky wet
Droplets forming on his face
A heaviness hung in the air
Nervousness that you could taste

Never doing well under pressure
He has learned this over time
So he goes into his darkened room
To purge all thought from mind

That's when this idea it hits him
What we never have enough
Takes out a permanent marker
Writes on the glass...

...Simply Love