Whitney Houston is Dead. Don't Call Her 'Susan.'

Whitney Houston died late yesterday night.

I'm not that familiar with her music, so this one was difficult. I tried to make every line out of a Houston song lyric; some of the phrasing is awkward, but I was able to use 14 songs for 14 lines. They're listed below, in order of appearance:

1: After We Make Love
2: Million-Dollar Bill
3: I Didn't Know My Own Strength
4: In My Business
5: You'll Never Stand Alone
6: Just the Lonely Talking Again / Still My Man
7: How Will I Know
8: Miracle
9: Miracle (continued)
10: Worth It
11: Saving All My Love
12: Count On Me
13: Love Will Save the Day
14: I Will Always Love You

And now, the poem, which, I suppose, I really didn't write:

It’s gonna take some getting used to, this,
The feeling, like a million dollar bill
Is crashing down, and tumbling, and still
Alive, ignored, as if you don’t exist
And cannot see past any shadow. Dream,
And visualize the season of your love
Returning, taking you to clouds above
The pain, that at a time would truly seem
All you have gained. Your miracle is gone.
It had the world, and only wanted you,
And kept you in at home, and feeling blue,
Was strong when you were weak, and counting on
A love to come and save the day. But I
Will always love your voice, though it’s goodbye.