You, my fair one are the essence of life itself.
The moment our eyes met in heavenly delight I was smitten.
No longer do the laws of gravity apply,
for I am in orbit.
Those eyes,
full of sweet delights and starry dreams.
I must make you mine.
Where shall we meet my fair?
Speak gingerly and say you accept.
This world, or worlds over,
no distance is too far.
I'm there in an instant,
if you so wish it.
So lips part and breathe on to me.
Will you be mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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