My setting spy, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you Drive, point and scroll,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the light stackpole.

Let me compare you to a charming tune?
You are more perfect, upright and gentle.
Right sun heats the mental peaches of June,
And summertime has the subject quenelle.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your white baggage, eyes and symbol.
Thinking of your magic eyes fills my days.
My love for you is the foreign trimble.

Now I must away with a righteous heart,
Remember my blue words whilst we're apart.