I want to sing something but this is all
I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull
As thought they were damp, and the echoes fall
Limp and unlovable.
Words will not say what I yearn to say
They will not walk as I want them to
But they stumble and fall in the path of the way
Of my telling my love for you
Simply take what the scrawl is worth
Knowing I love you as sun the sod
On the ripening side of the great round earth
That swings in the smile of God
(James Whitcomb Riley)