Most likely
Artistic immortality is the only kind
I want her to live forever
Please enter into my mind

A very gentle voice
Black her, but blue eyes
Knockin' me out with her grace
And her American thighs

Fragile, but a fighter
They say Romeo is unwise
But do not fear the reaper
He laughs even as he cries

Satellite Beach is warm
Harrisonburg is tomorrow
Her beauty in the storm
Her joy amidst the sorrow

         Mature poets steal.
     Immature poets borrow.