All the work to get here... all my friends have helped... and now I dare to switch gears, and frown at what's been dealt! I'd asked for motivation and plans to move ahead, though in my desperation I shunned most all they said. But their very last suggestion was the hardest to comply; I asked one final question, "If I speak, will she reply?" "Of course she will, my friend, she'll be happy, indeed, to see that note you sent be more than just a read." And it sure was, I thought, for the words I sent in haste did naught to stir the pot, and left a pleasant taste... But they left it in the air, the question of the day, and much have I despaired to bring it up again, yea, much have I despaired, to tell her what is true, yet, my presence soon impaired, LOVE... I'm not to do.