“Tall, dark, and handsome your love will be, dear”

The palm reader foretold when I was eight.

And so, I waited for him to appear;

I thought I was luck-less till I found fate.

I met my true love (twas long overdue).

I saw him through the window at the store.

He was more gorgeous than a Sapphire’s blue,

Never had I felt in this way before.

Our love’s washed-out, it’s fading every day.

He stayed ever with me, through heat and chill

Our passion burned too hot, leave him I may.

Ah, but I love him! I don’t have the will.

I’m fat now, but I guess that’s what you get

When your true love’s a bar of chocolate.