I, ****** to the cage of love by my maiden as sweet as thy canary drops from the extravagant leaves born in Verona that I feel as drawn to much will deem me as I decline. Will I be regretted in my first love. We are not defined on how hard we try, we are defined by our choices in how we love.              
Thy Love, is so great, I determine to marry thy maiden in the sweetest night, under moon in the clear sky. Thou glow of White Heaven, may you shine down your pure light as we hold midnights first kiss, may you shine down on our galliard, may you shine down on our last breaths as we lay to eachother. Thou Validity to time spent with thy Maiden, I cherish in the most imperative of ways and the Vastidity of thy love cannot be held nor can be touched by no one other than Thy Heart.