Ode to young love

With the new year upon us, my thoughts turn to young love. When a girl and guy fall for each other; in love for maybe the first time. What is love? Why, glad you asked. As a certified old married guy, I hold the secrets to love. Yes, that's right, all you have to do is ask, and the secrets I will share. First, though, some poetry. What could I say that the great poets haven't before? Little, I'm sure. Sweet little Sheila You'll know her if you see her Blue eyes and a ponytail Cheeks are rosy She looks a little nosey Man, this little girl is fine Never knew a girl Like my little Sheila Her name drives me insane Sweet little girl That's my little Sheila Man, this little girl is fine Me and Sheila go for a ride Oh-oh-oh-oh Feel funny inside Then little Sheila Whispers in my ear Oh-oh-oh-oh I love you Sheila dear Sheila said she loves me She said she'd never leave me True love that will never die We're doggone happy Just me and her together Man, this little girl is fine

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