My beloved Cupid, when your arrow strucks me, my heart you will pierce inflicting me with wounds of love.

When I’m elated with tingles  and sparkles of love, I will know it’s you and I will be immensely enamoured of you. My atoms will bond with yours covalently in special affinity, arousing my oxytocin and butterflies will flutter my tummy, twitching all over.

You will be music, captivated by your melody I will  desire to dance, knowing I can’t dance I will tune into your rhythm anyway, loosing my soul into your music. You will teach me all the sounds of love and together we shall tango joyously unto the edge of doom.

Our romance will be spontaneous, a memoir of sonnet 116.You will find me drenched in Proverbs 31 awaiting you. Honey, you will be tailor made for me and I for you, you my kryptonite and I your anchor.