How has not the whole world falledIn love with such a beauty?Are we, star crossed lovers, called?I to be with a cutie? * Nightingales sing half as sweetAs you, my bird, do so speak.No. No others shall I meetThat 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 kickOh that sweet night we first kissed. Yes all the clues lead to loveMy dear Watson did conclude.I thank my stars up above,And love, bid you adieu.