I shouldn’t have eyes for you,
What ripples do you cast?

I would describe you in 100 words,
A sempiternal love elixir isn’t necessary,
I would hold the umbrella because your dry palms deserve to be held in my hand.

We could live nearby a lagoon,
The petrichor would be perpetual.  
In the off seasons we could migrate to a bungalow,
The mellifluous of the wooded area would strengthen your leisure time.
During our elder years we could rest our days away in a lighthouse,
The scenic view of the offing would be the denouement.  

Revamping the future is the main goal.

Don’t act demure around me,
Be you around me.

Soon, I will susurrus “I love you.”