You only live once.
It is truth, but the teenager’s dream methods of showing it are uncouth.
These recklessly foolish stunts
Should tell a sleuth, the frailty of life, and the stupidity of youth.

I heard that you were feeling blue,
So here's a little poem for you:

I light up every time I see your smiling face,
You waltz through life with such grace.
I wish you could wrap you in paper and lace
and send you to a special place.

Where you and I could play the day away
Picnic and sing and I could say
"I love you" and we'd stay
Until we're both ready to face the day.

Although that place is just a dream,
despite all that, it would seem,
that from our heads can stream
just such a place that we will deem

Our place to be.
Just you and me.
And we'll go sailing out to sea.
Later, have a cup of tea.

No worries and no fears.
No stresses and no tears.
No anger and no jeers.
Just sunshine and wooden piers.

Although I can't see your face,
come meet me in our special place,

Our place to be.
Just you and me.
Our little haven by the sea.