Dear Katherine
My darling my lover my future wife, meeting you really screwed up my life.
I love your smile, your face and your eyes... DAMN I'm good at telling lies.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot, this describes everything you are not.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. But the roses are dieing, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.