A/N: Just trying something different, so here's a short poem.
Spoilers: For everything and nothing really.
Disclaimer: Yeah I know, I heard you, I don't own the rights to the Mentalist.
In my days of sorrow, all I hear is you.
Your soothing voice,
Showing me the way.
In my days of pain, all I hear is you.
Your caring tone,
Lulling me to sleep.
In my days of joy, all I hear is you.
Your heartfelt laughter,
Filling me with hope.
In my days of happiness, all I hear is you.
Your peaceful speech,
And you're saying: "I do".
A/N: I'm really not a poet, I rarely do poems, so please don't give me to Red John if you don't like it.
And in case you didn't get it, this was Jane "talking" about Lisbon, starting from around the time when they met and ending with "I do" :)
