"Let me speak freely

To expel what lies beneath me"

To she, The Stutter is a but a meezly passerby

The yearn to pass her by,

but never to pass by the chance to see she

The fear, yes, the fear of what she thinks mutes the Stutter

Left wondering, the heart left to flutter, unbeknowest to She

They say to overcome, to think of the outcome 

But shut out of his idea of outcome is positivity

No other yearn as ill for she, words casted upon a lone road

Bold thoughts sent to smolder,

become older and die of natural cause

In the back of his jaws, spring forth words anew

By couples they spew, The Stutter confessing all that he knew

To be true, true to himself, true to she,

no longer a stranger to he and for once,

The Stutter spoke normally.