I find myself thinking
  More and more each day
    About all those boys who love you
      I should be blue
        I'm one of them, too
          How should I make them pay?

But I know deep inside
  No one could survive
    Just one look at your sweet face
      Once in a daze
        For your love they race
          Bedeviled by those eyes.

Perhaps I'll befriend them
  We're in the same boat
    All hopelessly in love with you
      We could swap clues
        On what we should do
          To survive your fatal blow.
© 2001 by Michael J. Farrand

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