Had I planted two heavenly trees on my secret headland where a brook in bucolic runs a small wedding in-between I'd weave two ropes made of elastic roots of the hinterland Which bloom your favorite flowers delectable and serene, and hang the ropes' ends on each branch firm and steady; I'd collect the purest cushion of clouds, from gold to pink, sprinkled with stardust, balmed with fairydust redolent with the most expensive eau de parfum to make your seat on the Swing of Love; then I shall see the cardinal crescence of your eyes and hear your soft, canorous laughters comforting my soul as I rock your world like my drunken sight of you toward the horizon of endless joy under the profusion of lights gently aureated
Love is the final form of absurdity and trumps all obstacles Life is a moment Love is forever A love life, forever we are one moment
When flowers rain upon my soul I know mine is connected with yours Hereinbelow amorous becomes glamorous Belespirited shall I be when atoms of Time slip through my ribs; Hitherto we'd lived aloft in each other's prayers In the effervescence we met, to the fluorescence we walk Now my knees know your sorrow, albeit mellow to the marrow, And together we shall be happy forever thereafter
O, she gallops with an eagle on her arm Like a royal coronation Like a train running a distance on the sea Like a femme fatale at her debutante ball I exult this life with a standing ovation Worry not, my preternatural bride, for I will be your roofing boulder Thusly my crown I put aside, for dearly rest you on my shoulder