Your limn bedights the fresh emerald grass, Here today are my rosy-tinted blooms, Your eyes spoke well, myn love those oval plumes, Pouring into each other, soon love will amass. Inside the nest, adoring this bonny-lass, A moment of silence never to lose its edge; A sword I won't, but a red rose I'll wedge, Inside my diastolic mortal glass, Deep in you, I swear my memory won't dy, It'll linger forever like the blueberry sky, Putting you on a pedestal high and above, All other flowers, my belovèd dower, Your ambrosial nature remains dour, Right into the vastness of sempiternal love.