Shakespeare spoke of love,
Many years ago...

My heart is but a sword,
And yours is my shield...

If love did flow like wine,
And words of same did, too...

I gave up on you and me
When I was confused...

Once I said you could take me at my word.
My darling, I confess I lied...

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!
Oh, what a wonderful morn...

I miss the taste of your lips, so sweet.
I miss you poking me in the side...

Some say a man in love is at his best,
Say I, we are at our worst...

They called me a loser
In a race I never ran...

Thank me not for things I say of you,
As upon you I pour great praise...

The blade is to my wrist
And blood is gonna flow...

An angel comes to me in my dreams,
Appearing when I close my eyes...