A love poem for love-sick poets

I love you my darling.
I love you my dear.
I love you at the beginning
And end of the year.

I know you don’t love me,
But like me a lot,
So by the time you read this
I’ll pro-bly be shot.

My brains ‘ll be splattered
All over the wall,
And someone, I know,
Will give you a call.

When you first see me
Please try not to cry;
Just remember, my darling,
It’s for you that I die.


I know you will come
And visit my grave,
And I hope when I’m gone
You’ll fine-ly behave.


When you visit at the beginning
And end of the year,
Just remember, my darling,
I love you my dear.