My cousin sent me this message, so here is the original poem in blue and the modified form is red.
What I love is not for most, Some people might think She has a ghost. Not me because I love Her so, No matter where I go. People look and people stare, But that doesn't bother me because I don't care. Some people will look and curse, All because I drive my hearse.
People look and people stare, but I don't care. Some will look and will curse, all because I love driving my hearse.
Valentines is near Just wishing you were here You will always be near My heart will never be the same Beneath my skin, my soul lies waiting for you Everyday I think of you I feel blue Never give up hope Remembering the first kiss All I ask is to be with you And for you to be my Valentine For I will always cherish your heart in mine