Oh my Beloved Phil, I look at you through your window sill
With your wondrous, dreamy, blue eyes, which ward of disgusting, gross flies
Your gorgeous, golden hair, and tan skin so very fair
Your broad shoulders and perfect six pack, who would never eat a greasy Big Mac
Your athletic ability and sharp brain, your talent and brilliance drive me insane
Your kindness and humorous appeal, whose biceps are my Achilles heal
Oh my Beloved Phil, you are almost a lovely as my Beloved Will.