Botheß not my sweet,
foß eveßytime i get close,
my mind attains peace,
hence, tis you that i chose.

I hug you so tight,
and you wondeß why i do so,
being honest with you hun,
you, i'd neveß let go.

Just the thought of loosing you,
gives me a scaße,
this soul will be lonely,
if you weße not theße.

And afteß so long,
i found something so tßue,
i'm oveßwhelmed with joy,
to find myself in you.

Last but not least,
i can count on heß to be theße,
spell out the capitals,
and you have my veßsion that spells caße.