Dear Elizabeth,

Liz, before you start don't feel any dismay,
I told the words and this page you would throw them away,
They asked me "Why?" Their murmur a buzz,
I replied, "That's just the kind of stuff that Liz does."
They were sad at first but knew I was right,
They said they could tell by the way that we fight,
How I always talk and you always listen in,
And that's a fitting place for this letter to begin,

Dear Elizabeth,
The dust in your eyes kept me up last night,
Weighing down on me with the weight of a terrabyte,
The pink broth I couldn't digest,
It plagued me making my head such a mess.

You helped calm me down this much we've all seen,
Looking back it all feels like a dream,
Its like you're a blood hound and can sniff out the bad,
What does that sasy about me? I always seem to get you mad.

Liz, I must confess,
You do look better than me in a dress,
I tried to look longer but the machine was a mess,
You do look good in purple, I digress.

You always keep a watchful ear,
And when you're hurt it seems so sincere,
You're always so jealous which I think is dumb,
Because we both know you're my number one,

I was standing in the shadow of destruction for a bit,
You managed to help me give me a lift,
Got me out of that hole I had fallen into,
You saved my life and I feel I should thank you,

Thank you Liz, for all you have done,
You helped remind me my problems were...none,
That there's a big orange thing called the sun,
And the world revolves around it not the fool I had become,

So, thank you Liz, it means quite a lot to me,
And I'm sure this letter was a waste of time indeed,
So go ahead and throw it away,
I told it already it would end this way,

And if it ends up we don't talk for a while,
Remember one thing; don't forget to smile,
A smile that radiates from the eye,
A smile that won't be faded by any type of goodbye.

Don't be gay fool.

-Sir Jestro