Oh, I do like a romantic poem. And these two look suitably well-matched, wouldn’t you say?
Of course she is! Honestly, have more faith.
Oh my goodness! What a hussy (sorry, ladies). She’s not thinking about him at all. She’s been beguiled by a sailor with rosy cheeks. Yet another minor tragedy of war. And still the writer of the poem struggles with his closing verse. What to rhyme with ‘tell her where I am’? Got it! How about ‘Marconi telegram’? The cheque’s in the post.