Not a lemon, just a two-stanza poem. Nothing that's absolute "R", as you will see. And it's technically remained unfinished for the past three years.

I tap danced; he tap danced. My admiration of his skill often felt like more than admiration. (Two versions.)

Show me happiness, take it away.

A promise to always love you. A promise to never hurt you.

A one-stanza poem on love.

Another of his sites had been destroyed, and he was damn sure it was her again...