I see my book on your shelf
And yours on mine,

I would take our afterthoughts
And turn them into rhyme.

Every love story starts with
A blank page.
Take note,

People still write letters
Left for others to quote.

Each day with you
Leaves a poet at a loss for words.

I love you, Darragh.

A time for us,

A private bookcase
Sealed with kisses.

AHH I LOVE MY BOYS ,
DISCOVERING UNKNOWN AMOUNTS OF FONDESS,
OF JOY N TOY.

WERE WOULD I BE,
WITHOUT MY BOYS,
NOT LIVIN ALL THESE JOYS,
DARRAGH SLEEPING HAPPYLY,
IMAGINE NEVER HAVIN THAT AT ALL NO BOYS.

SO ALL LOVE TO MY GOD,
FINDING ALL KNOWN,
VAST QUAINTYS ENDLESS,
OF MY BOYS AN JOYS.