Darling, dear, beauty of mine
Doubt not the words I say to you
Each pulse pleads for them to shine
And for you to recognize it is true.

I indubitably implore you to see
The value of your toes to your hair
And out of greed, I'll hoard you for me
It's such a great treasure, a woman so fair.

Punctuated are the chapters of the past
So recant our first night's passion so I may write
A far better tale of true love that may last
Guided by three shimmers in the night sky light.