My poor ticker
wants to know
right away.
No! No more
suspense,
No more
deliverance.

Scheduling for being a
Seven years friend,
Five years lover,
Two years fiancé?

How long do you
mean to stay?
Would you plan to
arrive any early?
Can you cut the
chase for me, please?

Fine. Never mind.
I can wait.
But I say this
one last time,
"I nomore love tragedies;
wherein it ends like -

She was crazy like love.
He had the brilliance of all smiles.
They were both made for each other.
But they never met."