Hang on, stitching together your page...
I am feeling loving heartstrings’ tug,
strong affection rising in a crest
like my heart might surge out of my chest.
Choosing this I know is for the best.
Can I give you both a hug?
This suggestion causes me to quail.
Okay, well, then!
We had better fly,
be like honeybees out of their hives
gone before patrolman’s swarm arrives,
winging us away to jail.