My Helen of Troy
How has not the whole world falled
In love with such a beauty?
Are we, star crossed lovers, called?
I to be with a cutie? *
Nightingales sing half as sweet
As you, my bird, do so speak.
No. No others shall I meet
That make me feel oh so weak.
That is, weak in my worries.
And oh so free in my soul.
Yet, as always, time hurries,
As quick to hide as a moul.
A lover's night flies by quick,
But the time is nev'r missed.
For truly we had a kick
Oh that sweet night we first kissed.
Yes all the clues lead to love
My dear Watson did conclude.
I thank my stars up above,
And love, bid you adieu.
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