For My Darling Poem by Vincent Dali

To hold my darling and never let her go
Would be the easiest task I know
The words I pen for her are more than words, they are art
For this masterpiece I would use as paint blood from my own heart
The brush would be my soul
The canvas would be, the love my darling possess for me
The gallery in which it would hang would be, the gates of heaven for all to see
If my days ended with her nothing would be regretted
Our love, hers and mine, is so strong our souls would stay connected
I trust my darling more than I trust the sun to rise therefore I have no doubt
I could live with an absence sun and in darkness but her love I could not live without
If the moon coveted us and refuse to control the tides
If her heart were mine than a burial at sea I would die
I look deep, she never once blinks, and I see my reflection in those eyes
And I know I’ll be a part of her until the day she dies
I could never harm my darling
Strike her never, only our interlocked hands would make a fist
The way the sun and moon so precise and with such grace eclipse
Is like that of her loving kiss
Promise her love to me forever?
I need not an answer
For she is what makes me a man, a lover, a romancer
If a genie were to offer me three of his wishes I would happily decline
For my only wish is her heart remains mine
When in the morning the sun greets me
I pray my darling and her darling face will be there to meet me
When the moon rises and the sun sets
I hope that her luscious eyes were the last thing my eyes met
When night falls I pray we don’t
When day breaks I pray we won’t
For my love with her no other man could compete
For my darling and only her makes me complete
She could only lose my love in a dream while she were asleep
For in our love there are no wolves among the sheep
If at this very moment the Grim Reaper bring down his mighty scythe
I would welcome him for I would love my darling as a lover should in the afterlife
I would crawl, not walk, through the shadow of the valley of death
When I am not accompanied by my darling I think of her so much it’s as if she never left
If she were to be an angel I would was away my sin
If she were to become a demon in hell I would shower myself in sin
The commands of God, there are ten
There should be one more, for not loving her should be a sin
If my darling were to cry in vain I’d consume every tear from her beautiful face
Tears coming from such beautiful eyes could have no bad taste
She is my one and only darling
So for her I rap this rap and rhyme this rhyme for her my dearest darling