How many times
Have I told you
That you are the most enchanting deity
To make me believe
That there is a higher being

That gave my eyes something to admire
A soul as pure as fire
A town crier
you have made of me


Endless adulation
No state of frustration
Emits from your being
Except when I upset you
I swear, It was only teasing
How pleasing your tone

It doesn't idle like mine

I could be shipwrecked
And I'd gladly die of thirst
to hear such euphony

You see?
You are a muse to me
But so much more
Than words
I no longer demur

To these feelings
I give approbation
To our souls
I pray for synchronisation

But above all else
I want mine and your love
To never get lost
in translation