Oh what a Pleasurable site,
when it is you and me,
I feel high as a kite,
with no strings; Lifted Free.
None before could ever get,
this love, complex and divine,
And after no more, once our souls are set,
will it be any less kind.
For your love is of Roses,
Unplucked and trimmed about,
I feel like I was chosen,
to make sure you never pout.
You’ll be spoiled rotten, you know,
being around me,
You wont be wearing cotton; No,
only fine silk and satin sheets.
I will break my own,
to make sure you are commended,
and when my heart needs to be sown,
only you can mend it.
For God so loved the world,
that he gave us his only son,
And then he gave me you, girl,
and basically said “Have fun”.
Well intend for just that,
and a bucket full of surprises,
and I think I just have a Knack,
For saving people in a Crisis.
How better the timing, ‘lo,
for you and I?
Beaten bruised and Tattered about;
me too, just on the Inside.
In one body and spirit, soul and Love,
Forever we will remain,
Our hearts and minds, forever intertwined,
Down our cobble-stone lane.