A man

There once was a man who fell for a woman;

And a beautiful woman was she.

A smile as bright as a rose so red;

T'was a sight he'd never forget.

Her hair a-tussel slightly a mess;

He minded it not for she still looked her best.

This woman was an angel dressed in black;

Yet beautiful she was to the blinded man.

She was to him the most lovely;

The queen of all queens she was.

And he wondered if she would be his;

If she would pick him to be her king.

No matter what though her decisions may be;

He knew that she'd always be his queen.

Always be his queen.



The man, he now merely hopes that his queen would now read this little message of his, and know that no matter what, he would always care for her. Always care for her. Such is the story of a man posessed. Such is the love of a man impressed. Sad to say, a rat may never catch the heart of his dame.