Tiburon512: Woe is me!
A tear in my eye gleans.
Tiburon512: My world is a void.
For there is no Christine!
Tiburon512: So if the sky is bright
and the weather is pristine
my world will feel like night
for there is no Christine!
Tiburon512: Fresh flowers will smell
as if it were a latrine.
my world will be a hell
for there is no Christine!

Oh, Steve, I heart you.