His eyes are as deep as a mud fiddle
Hair more soft than newborn kittens fur
Hands long and lengthy, around my little
Clear tears begging me not to leave at his new her
Fresh shaven face beet red, shaking with real fear
But no rejection will he ever see
Because I love him too much to tear
Love knows no bounds to push him off glee
I hate to see him cry, yet it is real
Now I understand him, more than ever
I wish nothing but the very best for zeal
Always remember me, thus forever
And yet, I know our love cannot compare
You kiss my tears from the salty fresh air