I sit here and write with heart-blood bursting from my pen
I try to hold you tight but you're a fragile and free mother hen
Yet you come to me when
I need you, a lover and a friend
It will bother me none if you make my sad poems end

I need you, someone to call my love
Someone to set me free
To be like a dove

If you can lift these cold weights from my frigid heart
Then I will call you my tasty muffin tart
And run a finger along your back as if I was painting art
And I'll never seem to notice when you fart