He's burgeon from mind and soul Trivialized only by what folks sow A man I hope, life grows to know .
His mettle ways can be so sore Meddling with one's heart like an open court, But chafed love knows not of caulk flows And I'm of trepidation of growing old, without his love.
But assurance made, cue's all doubts ever feared Leaving me assuaging in the satiation of life