The day that dirt becomes Earth’s sky
will be the day that I’ll let my darling cry
She is more tiger than fawn
She is darkest midnight rather than dawn
Her will is forged of cobalt steel
Her daily life is Hell’s highlight reel

Yet, I must treat this tough woman sweet and tender
I mark all inhibitions of love “return to sender”
For she is the graceful calm in my chaotic mind
The one that exalts whichever part of my heart is kind

Gentle is her smile, smooth and mellow
Tuned with majesty is her voice, a bona fide cello
I encase my feelings in poor meter and rhyme
because scarcely does this world hand us the time
to fully sing who we truly value far and near
and how we hold our lovers in our hearth
forever warm and devoid of fear