𝗜'𝘃𝗲 always had this strawberry-scented paper,
I've 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 saving up for a special letter. And now, it's
time for 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. I pick up my favorite pen, cause this's
for you and only 𝘆𝗼𝘂. I'll start with a 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, and
seal it with a kiss. 𝗔 hopeful smile and an timid
skip, I'll hand you my 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿. Now, tis' is the only
step left: to start writing my love letter, for you.

𝗜 have been wanting to tell you that when you're near: all I feel
is 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. I'm a blushing maiden behind the flowers shadows,
and 𝘆𝗼𝘂 are Prince Charming. Make's me wanna cry all day, but smile
all night 𝘁𝗼o. So, why don't you hold my hand and let us take a walk;
because I see 𝘁𝗵𝗲 sun coming out of the blue. And at night, we'll
sneak out under the 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻, our shadows, together, bloom. You
want to make me blush 𝗮𝗻𝗱 laugh? Just sit by my side and smile. And
under the stars, please, kiss me 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸!

public struct Love {
    private enum Person {
        case female
        case male
        case other(_ type:String)
    }

    public let people:[Person]
    private var loveAmount:Int

    public init(people:[Person]) {
        self.people = people
        loveAmount = 0
    }

    public mutating func moreLoveForEachOther(addedLove:Int) {
        loveAmount += addedLove
    }
}

I haven't wrote in a while,
because every time I pick up my pen -
I'm blank and stare with a blank smile
and leave the paper white

It's called a "Writer's Block",
for poets, it's "Poet's Block",
but no matter how much I think
my brain is on a lock

But no matter that, 'cause
I hope I'll be back, to unlock,
To think more and more and more
So I can break my Poet's block.

Last night the cloud wept the skies
All painted to dark gray;
And the tears came flowing down to earth
In the break of May.

And that is why the April showers
Continued through the next month,
When we had expected sunny skies,
The sky brought no warmth -

So I sat at the windowsill
With my notebook and pen
The day was May sixth, or
Maybe May seventh

And when the raindrops flowed down again
I tried to trace a melody,
Drip, drop, drippity drop;
And soon I saw, and you will see:
The raindrops gave me a song.

So all through May I learned the song
And sang it loud and clear
Until the rain came to a halt
And clouds’ very last tear

Which is why I’m excited for next year
When May showers come
So I can learn another song
To sing or screech or hum