More perfect than a golden dawn upon a perfect day,
my love is light personified, she drives the night away.

Towering before all to show my love for her,
one island standing fast, against waves of tempestuous seas.

Yet oft' I sit as a small and bashful child before her feet,
a mischievous twinkle in my eyes, a smile upon my face.

Gaining strength to patiently bide, until the time when next we meet,
never daring to hope, to dream, yet I do and weep.

And willingly would I wait, ten thousand years and more,
for just one tender smile.

For without this lady, I am nothing,
and would rather be as dust, than be with any other.

For she has the sweetest face, more angelic by far,
and before her, all other beauty pales, to insignificance.

A more proud and noble woman there could never be,
she is my heart, and in my mind lives constantly.

So this romance for me I pray, will never die,
for with adoration, do I kneel before, and worship her.**

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