Seventy four petals that I pen for my pretty Penelope,
Even after our wed, on a fine Wednesday, together we elope,
Far from the madding crowd which is tied with time,
And fluctuate in front of their fates while we sip the juicy lime,
And gazing each other, while the cows grazing the garden,
Never I will let you cook, nor you'll do anything, let that maiden --
Do the household while we play amused with our youth,
I'll see you the way now till we both aged down with less tooth,
In our mouth, till death I hold your hands and after death,
I'll hold your hands again by stopping my breath,
Longed for love once, now lost in this lagoon
named love.
Just let us dance here in these verses like a divine dove,
Human-cross I became, when you crossed into my life,
With our fingers crossed, let me say with pride that you're my wife.
