Channing,

You were my first
Set the tone for the rest
Put my hand on the plough
Watched you grind and pow

You were my first hint
To the things I'll desire
Regardless of who comes after
You'll sit at my table forever

Your good looks were alluring
Those dance moves? divine
May have been why I came
Wasn't why I stayed though

Your voice was the magnet
Turns out I was made of metal
You opened you mouth and
I was fallen at your feet, fetal

~ young RC