My Love (Shakespearian Version) Poem by Marcos Holguin

To, My Love,



Thou'st whom I hold close to mine own heart.
My dear'st wife, my love, my life, which, only death shall do us part.
If love be a feeling only eders can posses,
Then I, foolish of time, shouldn't show love of such potentness.
Your love beest so strong, that I feel it so far yonder.
Knowing you're not dull, nor feeble, my mind doth not wander.
To me, thou art a beautiful blossoming tree;
But more, beyond beauty, you indeed mean the world to me.
I prithee dost not leave me; I prithee doth not leave my side.
You, coming closer, as moon to do earth, raise me a smile, just as moon do to tides.
This wherefore thou art the woman that holds my love dearly:
Your being, it'st so sweet, your voice speaks so sincerely,
I feel as though I hath a fever when you're near.
The feelings I hold for thee, compared to others, are quite queer.
At first gaze upon your beautiful, brown eyes,
I was in awe; thou hast given me a stuning surprise.
From that direct moment, I was falling for thee;
And thus began planning the day I should drop down to a knee:
I shall take your hand, I shall take it with mine,
I'll look thee in the eyes, say, ''Tis destiny thatour paths intertwine! '
I shall ask for your hand in marriage; I ask you to be my bride:
And if thee shall accept, i shalt spread my arms wide.
Well, that is, after I slip a diamond upon thy finger.
And in the air, a silence will linger.
Fore, we are joined in a kiss; so wonderous, so pleasant.
I'm glad this woman of royalty, hath accepted the man, he is't a peasant.
'ven now, Istill look upon thee with same feeling;
Fore, no matter what age, what mood, whatcolor, to me, thou still look'st quite appealing.
So, you may put on your make-up, your wear, all your clothes,
But, I'd like to say to thee, which i think you should know,
'I am yours for always; thou hath no reason to impress,
'I feel you hath no reason to stuff the cups of your breast,
'You hath not reason to put on your mascara,
'you shalt not anymore; 'tis time for a new era: An era of naturalness, an era of peace; '
There is no need, for you art as beautiful as the godess of greece.
More beautiful, in fact; Aphrodite holds no ground.
Even compared in persona, the godess is nowhere to be found.
My love, beautiful, is yours to keep for always and ever.
And I doth pray to thy gods, that you shall't not break thy promise, of keeping us together.
It hath beeen a long poem, but to describe you, there is no end!
But, I shall end it for now.
Sincerely, thy best-friend.