Darling love,
If you should ever deem me worthy of your love,
Then I promise,
Cupid wouldn't need his arrows for us.

You're a work of art,
Gentle with your words,
Yet you're actions lure me most,
Blessing hearts like rays of sunshine
Nourishing the growing plants

The time for us is not yet
And I'm not sure when is
But till the hour dawns
I'm content to watch in the shadows

Bask in the warmth of your smiles
Shower you with my attention
Attend every exhibition
Of your life.