People always ask the lass; "Why do you look so tried?"
Always hesitating to answer in fear that they'll know why.
Remember the first time you caught the lasses eye? It was on a hot, sunny day.
Remember the glimmer in your eyes when you first saw your lass?
It's all gone now, sometimes I blame that lass for that expedite.
Who knew that you'll soon be miserable, with droopy eye bags; from the days that seem like years, just to see that lass crack a smile?
You will soon need to make an important decision, as well as the lass.
Either the lass will leave you, or you'll leave the lass.
Who is that lass, you might ask?
You know the answer.
Good luck.