Is it worth it? You ask me now
Oh yes indeed!, I'll tell you how
I awake at dawn and bless the morn
Knowing the rose is worth the thorn

I know, of course, you're not for me
But oh the delights of poetry
Without thinking of you all the time
I couldn't write a single line

So if it saddens you, it saddens me
And if that's the way it has to be
Though these verses were freely sent
I guess I'd better give you up... for lent!