Oh where do I even begin with you? With bright blue eyes and gold spun hair, you're a sight to always tempt a maiden fair. How it is you aren't accosted day and night I shall never know, nor care, so long as I get to see your dashing smile thrown my way.
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To the charming man in light blue,
Oh where do I even begin with you? With bright blue eyes and gold spun hair, you're a sight to always tempt a maiden fair. How it is you aren't accosted day and night I shall never know, nor care, so long as I get to see your dashing smile thrown my way.
I hope that it will never lose it's light.
Love,
Crane