Nineteen, naive and nerdy, I was, in my world! Sixteen, sweet and sexy, She still is, in her own world! As worlds collided then, Her soft hearted play Along his heard headed ways Brought in a gravity of hearts And made them a lunatic of sorts. As time went by, Days and nights became one. As they became inseparable They were into all trouble. For it was her in the mornings, It was her, in the evenings. And it was still her, at night Even till the sun made it bright And it dawned, his very first.