Owner of
Eyes that even fish envy
For the allure they own

Holder of
Lips that even bees lust after
For the honey they always bathe in

Possessor of
A voice that even parrots adore
For the jolliness it embodies

Governor of
A fragrance that even flowers fall for
For the happiness it carries

Heiress of
A waist that even goddesses praise
For the curves of the world it can construct

Dear oh my dear
You are the only soul in the world
Who can mutate my madness
To a level never before seen or heard of
As you maneuver my fate
To the enamoring realm of rapture

Asthore oh my asthore
Come and pour your sweetness
On this sad shrinking heart
And breathe life into it
By branding me with thrilling bites
As much as you want
With no qualms or second thoughts
And drown me in the sea of love
Bound by a watertight embrace
Until we sink to the deepest depths of idyll
And explore all there is to experience.