Your eyes were blue as deepest seas,
Your hair as golden as the sun,
A thousand other lines I wrote,
and mattered not a single one,
Some would rhyme sporadically,
and all would be a wee bit creepy,
and I can assure you my love was true,
I just couldn't see how much it bugged you,
and I wrote and wrote more silly lines,
and forced you to read,
Oh what a sin,
Tried to force you to see it my way,
and failed,
Utterly,
Though that much better that I fail at my sin,
So my dearest love true,
though it may be for worse,
I will write for you,
Not Another Verse.
