Help me hold on Lord,
Down on my knees,
Each day I sink lower,
Help me up, please,
The lack of the pitter patter of my heart, that the mere thought of you brought on,
Now brings on shades of midnight blue, how can my love for you be gone,
Three little words once formed daily on my lips, would now catch in my throat,
It's slipping through my fingertips, I don't know why and I am losing hope,
Why do I feel the way I do?
What makes this love so fresh and new?
Had I never felt this way before?
Ever dreamed what Fate held in store?
I do not come close, what's lacrymose?
What's a sonnet or a pentameter,
What's worse I don't know open verse,
I got no right on a poetry site,
I just got up when I heard the water come on,
Been listening to ya'll yacking since dawn,
Jordan wearing his favorite shorts in the tub,
Minnows swimming around in the hub-bub,