I wish I had the most melodious voice,
I would write and sing you my best of Katie’s choice.
But all I have are my sickly thumbs,
That type all my love talks and then go numb.
Love is my weakest link.
Always the pit I fall to its brink,
But happy is this with you.
My joy, my heart throbs for too.
You are all I dote at mind,
Will you for once ever leave my thoughts?
Even if you did want, I’ll gladly imprison you within
My sweetheart and darlingest being!