I loved you before I knew you.
Reading the words you have written.
Tickled by verse, my want grew.
Covert, I'm well-hidden, smitten.
Too many letters cast aside.
Billet-doux, never delivered;
Sealing a note, narrowed my hide.
Not able to breathe, I quivered.
Postage, always due, never paid.
The carrier has gone postal.
Distance too far, apart we've laid.
My messages too close to stall.
Now, with a telegraph, I cast
Into the atmosphere, so vast.