I weave these words for none but you.
Every single of these solitary lines.
Crafted they be with love and care.
To be savored as if it be the very best wine.
As every word has been carefully chosen.
To herald a message that be in disguise.
Oh, one with beautiful guileless black eyes
All these syllables speaks of you
With harmony to the love I have for you
Speaking of in riddles caring not to tell lies
Of your laugh sweet and soft touching to my heart
Enlivening it winds trough my heart to every part
Till in bliss I stand facing you in eternal light
Holding to your soft sensuous little hands
Walking upon soft and white sands of time
That trickles pass our feet to meet a vast sea of girth
Which caress with its frothing hands, upon the fine sand
Whispering like I should of destiny and love to my love