In my years of life I have found no other,
that has made me light and hover.
came the day that I found your soul,
capture your heart I have made it my goal.
Now that you are in my life,
perhaps someday I'll make you my wife.
Why am I writing a poem such as this,
when really I have no one to miss?
Apparently I must be bored,
if I'm writing poems about loving s'more.
