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