Flying high on loves drug,
on my heart strings you do tug...

Since i joined this gang of poets,
its opened up my eyes...

Always ever present,
no matter what i do...

In just over half an hour,
i will send a mail to you...

We have to have each other,
there's no backing away from this...

I cant love anyone like i love you.
Have you ever been torn in two...

I am still on a high over you,
its short of a miracle...

My name is Stephen,
i am fortynine years old...

My son his name is Martin,
he is fourteen years old...

My girl she is a worrier,
i take everything in my stride...

Moving in today,
still plenty to do...

Just to let those doubters know,
i am going nowhere...