You bade that you're my angelic rose petal noun, My diastole is purely evident, stay listening, Watch as I bring you my serene crimson thing, My hands are carrying this throbbing noun, You know that my amor is always down, All around and deeply profound is my ticking thing, Love is a good idea, this river is running, Sempiternal is its auspicious vow! Goodness will remain the loveliest boon, Bestowed upon us by the great fire, and fold, Is our resolve to stay together and plush, Is this dream and alabaster is the full moon, Our eyes are wide open, and they behold, The amatorially ambrosial midnight rush.