Tis you my dearest, whom nourishes my soul
You, the force behind my ever-so beating heart
My dearest love, tis you that fits the part
The missing piece that makes me whole
With your captivating voice, sweet as the siren’s song
A beauty bar none, and soul soft as silk
Not even Helen could compare to thee
The beauty of you, the grace of you
A work of perfection in a world of flaws
Tis your heart that I seek with each word I speak
My dearest sweetheart, my Aphrodite
Pray, I will for cupid to strike you with his arrow of love
So that you may fall for me as I have for thee
My dearest angel, my darling dear
For you, my dearest love, I’ll always be here
Waiting
Praying
Dreaming