A Poem Is A Naked Person.

If I Had The Stars From The Darkest Night And The Diamonds From The Deepest Ocean, I'd Forsake Them All For Your Sweet Kiss, For That's All I'm Wishin' To Be Ownin'.

The Future For Me Is Already A Thing Of The Past - You Were My First Love And You Will Be My Last

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

Yes, And Only If My Own True Love Was Waiting If I Could Hear His Heart Softly Pounding Yes, And Only If He Was Lying By Me Would I Lie In My Bed Once Again.

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.