November 18, 2002
You know you're oh so divine,
And how I just wish that you were mine.
My sweet, could you--
Send me letters in the mail,
Of how life goes, then be my sail?
Knit me a sweater,
Tell me of the weather,
Which direction the wind does blow
And where it will carry a feather?
Could you keep me close to your heart,
So that we may never part
Reel me in with a tether
So that our bonds may never sever
And once again win me over, pulling me together.