Her Poem by Lum Chabot

You love me, and I love you,
It’s so new, and yet it’s so old,
Forever warming, never cold,
Like the gazing seraph view,

They sing on high when you’re in my sight,
Thy radiance emitting from thyself,
Over love you have, for myself,
My heart is yours, its love at it’s height.

Your hair blowing in cherub breeze,
Soft as cloud, cultivating eternal loveliness,
Eradicating my injudicious loneliness,
As I travel o’er the seas,

Searching for she, who completes me,
And who I’ll complete in turn,
Oh, will they ne’er learn,
It has become eternal “we.”

I’d kill for her, and die as well,
Cry with her, console her too,
Until she is happy anew,
Even if I’m in a hell.

For she is my life, regardless her hue,
She has my heart, She has from the start,
She has made her sign, her permanent mark,
Upon my soul, Which forever loves you.

Your angelic persona ignites fires
In the cores of many people,
But it shall be I at the steeple,
Looking up toward her as she inspires.

There’s nothing I don’t love concerning you,
For thee emanates such pulchritude,
You are my life, regardless your hue,
And all I can say is “I love you.”