Your mother may make that face, but! she will accept it as a valid excuse.

And now that I know your name... I can fill in this poem better:

I was a child and she was a child
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and you, my loveliest, my Katie
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.


Fuck yes! I'm the next Edgar Allan Poe...