But don’t you see?
You’re the one,
the others are just for fun.
You’re my joy,
the others are mere toys.
You’re my king,
they are songs I sing.
With you I wish to wine and dine,
with them I merely pass time.
I think of you from dusk to dawn.
they seem fun, but make me yawn.
You, my friend, are oh-so fine!
With that, I end this pathetic rhyme.