I could write you a sonnet
or perhaps a haiku
but, I know
that neither of those will do
Whether I sing you a song
or buy you a million CDs
let's face it
those will never appease
And what could I say?
Hello?
How ya doin?
Hey?
Nothing seems to match
or call to you,
my blonde, blue-eyed beautiful
So what then,
may I ask,
is a fellow to do?
Especially one that can't seem to stop loving you.