Thou art sweeter than a bee’s honey on a summer’s day
More brilliant and fluorescent than Apollo’s flames,
Thy art never short of breathe nor extinct of words to say
My heart is yours, possession, neither fair nor playing games.
To give thy life to thee and souls embrace
To live, die, eternally wedged human beings,
Thou smile yet so rich and radiant upon thy face
Has me kneeing with an external meaning.
To say the words that have collected on my breathe
Butterflies taunt thy body with a familiar sheepishness,
I give thy my all, my life my soul in life and in death
To think of us synchronized and my gratefulness.
Always and forever unvarnished to thy love to thee,
Narrate, demonstrate, forever lust will you marry me.