To Whom It May Concern

My hat off to the one who claims to know To he who bequeath that love does grow And he furthermore states in write and in sound That 'tis better to have loved and lost than not at all But I beg to challenge your case in question For that I have done, and by no means feel it better The nights I mourned the days I behaved The feelings I posessed were by no means spared Your words of truth do seldom speak not For it is you I remembered in this time of lot The days turned to months and the months shaped years And in my eyes you could see nothing but tears But fear not my good man For believe you I must However I must say, as fate has it your way That I am over the bereaved and found the play So I speak of this natter, nay heartfelt matter To ode to you William Shakespeare dear I speak from my heart for your words were truth For 'tis better to have loved and lost than never at all!