Dear Thirak,

The very first time we met,

There was a garden full of orchid beds,

not in there, but in my head;

part be of your graceful pace,

part be of your gentle face,

As we talked and clasped our hands,

I felt your warmth, and I knew then,

what I did and what was yet to be,

has no say; clearly.

You took my heart and made me see,

My life with you, was meant to be,

As we join our hearts; in twined.

Please be mine till the end of time.