As for you, beau, where do I start?
But the sultry sun that is thine heart?
Which radiate virtue, Love impart,
Beatitude suffice to adorn God's grand art,
One stare struck hard like magic dart,
Impervious to clutches of la mort,
You? Treasure 'gainst which tyrants hath fought,
But timeless, in our heart's light's rapport,
For Love like this I have quested, sought,
But heartache had made of me a sport.

From whence you came I do not know,
Only that you, loving, go,
Dreaming, rocking, to and fro,
Imbued with light and aura as rainbow,
Your path takes you high and low,
To truth which raptures us in throe,
It's yours to seize, to wield on high,
To wave the torch around the sky,
As I look on with love and pride,
As to truth of your heart I abide.

It was for love the poets cried,
I'll cry for that love when I die,
Our love spelled deep across the sky,
In stars that whirl in hearts and fly,
To tune of cosmic lullaby,
Which I can't sing for you but I'll try,
We are kin hearts, twin souls, one,
Seamless as the sultry sun,
I would love to see us run,
Through time, together, till time is done.