wont ya? will ya? did ya? could ya?
I couldn't know, it didn't grow.

i watered,i waited, I whimpered...
I simmered, flattered, splintered....

I asked first, so there, beware

If I made a stone to skip and skated it real quick,
the aftersurge would ripple on and wavy froth would thick.
This would be my effort true, in loves demanding wake;

this
one poem
given in aquiesance
her memory requires it
just a little more now
and this poem is now done....