When fourteen lines are used to write a verse,
These fourteen lines, fond mem’ries oft recall —
Just fourteen lines? You ask. Well what is worse,
To use these fourteen lines or none at all?
In fourteen lines, I pause to gaze a while,
In fourteen lines, I touch your tender cheek,
In fourteen lines, I see your loving smile,
In fourteen lines, I drown in your mystique.
But you may wonder, if I really feel
The things I say, (O’ quell this aching heart!)
I beg of you, accept my sound appeal —
To give my all, and never be apart.
A verse so simple, with a love so true;
In fourteen lines, I write my love for you.