Never sing a love song unless you mean the words.
Never write a love letter unless you are in love...

Fabrication it would be
If a yellow rose be found with me...

Even the brightest of stars that shines in the sky
Will flicker and fade and falter and die...

Luck couldst not bestow a fairer beauty upon my...
As such a vision other than thou is fabrication...

A blue rose enclosed,
Both petal and thorn still betrothed...

Did I tell you about the time
I listened to the Church bells chime...

Boredom reigns supreme.
Every minute is but a tedious milord...

You are my ray of light
Shining through the darkest clouds of depression...

Melting rays upon a soothing sea,
As a star sinks once more...

He watched me that night.
Sat with his attentive stare...

Daisy, Daisies, why do thou
Occupy the bank beneath the bough...

Tomorrow we shall meet for lunch, agree?
Followed one day by dinner maybe...