A poem for the written-block:
I am,
Perhaps unduly,
Excited by someone who
Giggles when happy,
With matching hair.
[come on�it�s a choo-choo train],
Pull it into the
No-self-deprecation
Infatuation
Station.
Ignore that double
Entendre.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
A song of
Empowerment?