I think of you in there all alone,

Could I find you with thrown stone?

If it took a bounce or two or even three,

Would it bounce correct so you I’d see?

Maybe, just a maybe so small with prayed luck,

The bounce taken would pick me as the one struck,

I’d still be lost or perhaps correctly said stoned,

In this tale of impossible rhyme it’s time I atoned,

For a thrown stone most likely will never strike,

The target thrown to hit if even a trike,

And a child would cry if his trike was struck,

For the bounce taken picked he as the one struck,

But never not once did my bouncing stone thrown,

Find you as the target so I won’t be, all alone,

I’ve loved you forever and evermore it shall be,

To love you forever is in my destiny.

The end, by Pat for Patti