There comes a time, with all of us,
When our lives feel 'oh-so-sad.'
I was there, and then you came.......
Now, I don't feel so bad.

I can't promise you money,
I na'ry have a cent...
And status is a bitter thing,
That one should most repent....

I cannot help but wonder...
What the future has in store.....
But, I'll just sit here by your side,
And, still, I'll beg for more.

The sun sinks down, now on this poem,
But, loyal, still, I'll be...
I'll just sit here, dream, and wonder...
If you feel the same for me.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Mayan, in the year 329 AF.