Hopeful Dreams | Versification

Mellow | Poem | Marshmallow

Still my love, my favorite fellow.

Last night in my bed feeling content and mellow,

did she slept.

Now please be silent and don't wake her up, my fellow.

Please don't try to play the cello,

though I love you to dead.

Be silent while I make tea for us, my fellow.

Up the stairs I must go, Marshmallow.

Though I love you dearly, my fellow,

no one can compete with the one in my bed.