I’ve been tempted to join the drooling fray/

but I fear I would blow your fans away/

with my romantic verbosit-ay. /

What could your admirers then say?

Not only that, but I can see/

I could spend all my talents on thee,/

writing prose and poetry,/

and then, where would that get me?

A body of work for the ages to admire;/

to uplift, arouse, and inspire./

And as the flames of awe mount ever higher,/

I’d become consumed in veneration’s pyre.

When all I’ve ever wanted to do/

was express the awesome, inspirational you.