I am writing you this poem for you to keep in your heart
About an old fella who admires you for your art
It was wine that we flavoured and the nice cheese we ate
Best times ever experienced, our night at 208
There was never enough time, tho we both wanted too
Gazing the nice scenery at the Wooloomooloo
Few days past, and while you finished eating crabs
My phone rang and I thought, was it you calling perhaps?
Met at the Sugar and ordered a Wine and Oyster set
Finished three bottles, on the windy balcony we sat
There you took pictures of the scenery you missed
Remembered the Chanel bag, getting home half pissed
Just some of the things, I wanted to sneak them in your heart
I hope you will remember when you eventually depart.
Just an old fella.