The apple of his eye,
Mary Rubblewitz, so sly!
A flowing fountain of golden water her hair was,
Skin so soft and cheeks slightly blushed.
Lovely, oh so lovely, Mary Rubblewitz!
Not a single flaw, nor a loose stitch!
The envy of the town, the little witch.
Always had everyone in her fingertips.
Twirl and twirl her fingers went,
By and by, oh my, the time they spent!
They would look at her till their backs break,
But none could care less, it's Mary Rubblewitz!
Still, the apple of his eye.
This man could not lie.
He wanted Mary Rubblewitz, much can be said,
But how will he do it?
He became filled with dread.
So he laid out a plan.
He decided, he would be a man.
He will go to her and offer her his heart.
Maybe she'll faint with admiration.
So he did what he sought to do.
He would confess his feelings oh so true!
Mary Rubblewitz shall be his,
It would be his perfect bliss!
Three consecutive knocks,
From a door made to last,
Just like his undying love that will not rust.
That when the door opens, it shall be proven.
Three more knocks asking to be let in,
But silence greeted him like a sin.
He let out a loud sigh, then a smile.
Knelt down, his eyes closed.
The flowers he brought were bright and good.
Small things she enjoyed that he loved to provide.
He placed them down to replace the old ones,
He still loved her dear from then till now.
A tear escaped one eye.
Soon another followed close by.
He never stopped loving her, he never will.
Even by her gravestone, he patiently sat.
He'll protect her, even if she's forever asleep,
So maybe she'll forgive him for arriving one bullet late.