I\'m all jabberwocky talk
And compliment tautology
If at night I did sleepwalk
I\'d go forth to our blackthorn tree
Armed with an infinity of inkwells
And history\'s most successful love spells
I\'d write a hundred pages
Draw love hearts where dots should be
They\'d know of you for ages
Raptured by your castalie
Alas, angst befalls me
True love cannot be real
I rest still in my body
And hold you in my dream