I'm not sure what I expected,
but I know for what I hoped.
Although we were a fortune neglected,
it was the reverie with which I eloped.

I disappointed myself and her predictions,
because we failed to nurture the spark.
My heart spoke to your exotic inflections,
and I am guilty of such starry-eyed lark.

Two months have passed us by
since we met that balmy noon.
For some time, you occupied my mind
but now I barely discern your croon.

If nothing else, you filled my dreams,
and you are the muse for such heartfelt poesy,
but I need someone to mend my seams
and embrace me till we part and drift dozy.

So this is my sign-off, to which I conclude
my stubborn hope for us.
A wish so worn from a road long and crude,
if only in you I could trust.

O, sweet love,
you've got a hold on my mind
that sends sweet shivers
up and down my spine

O, sweet love,
you've got a hold on my mind
that sends sweet shivers
up and down my spine.