I look at you,
out of the blue,
and wonder if
you'll be mine.
I think your neat
and very sweet.
To have you
would be divine.
Mother said no.
I have to go.
She thinks your
not good for me.
If she is kind,
She'll change her mind.
Because we were
meant to be.
I'll speak to her now
and maybe somehow
she will see things
very clearly.
It breaks my heart
to be kept apart
from something
I love so dearly.
"Mother oh
how I suffer so
In a constant
state of dismay."
"Sorry dear
it is quite clear
candy causes
tooth decay."
