Thy dove,

Canst thou be juxtaposed next to me?
In fine linens of oak and willow trees,

We shalt be sedated to each other's nectar!!!

Wherein the roses bloom
Ourn voices wilt be patent
To the other false hope Lovers!!!

To cherish another!!!

Wherein that shell well find!!!

In portents of terrestrial minds!!!

Wherein none shalt leave nor falter,
Shalt thou return to mine alter?

Wherein ourn marriage
Canst be verily openly seen
In twain picture!!

I was infinity itself, as my father, in a poem he lovingly created,
wanted me to be figured, made me descend from a dream he had.
My mom, most fondly held this form, close to her heart
the epitome of her love for her man and the bloom in her womb
she gifted it, and they both together in a love boat, brought me home,
she held me closer to her *****, so warm I was even in coldest
of nights, yet another poem it indeed was, love set it's  tune.

        In a cloud of stardust I was, yearning to see far off stars dance,
through million years, I swirled, twisted, turned,found love in the end,
love brings perfection, my journey assumed  many many themes
love transformed a speck of dust; found a shiny little diamond.