I love to write poems, it's what i do, I love to write poems, this is from me to you

there are the stars, and there are your eyes, if i had to guess, the gods had to comprimise

you took my heart, you raised it up high, threw it in my face, like a clown and his pie

the roses were red, the violets were blue, now it is fall, and i've fallen for you

My starstruck lover and I