I wait in wonder of your love,
how you struck me so, from above,
how cupids arrow did truely reach,
and doubt is nothing to my speach.
then I think if I were to live, a hundread more years,
by your side i'd be glad,
and the forever flower threaded in my hair,
you would be the reason I would be there,
my hands always gripping yours,
uncertainly,
Scared sometimes, and lastly,
filled with courage you are here with me,
A hundred years would go bye,
and you, I would never have enough,
for even then, my lust for your love,
would continue until the last of our flowers died.
