My love and your heart
Are like half moons that makes one
And shine to illuminate the world
My affections and your intentions
Have roots on the same grounds
Strong and straight!
My visions and thy ambitions
Have a common target
O what a perfect, perfect, pure blend!
Lover of my deepest soul
My desires and thy burning fires
Blaze with the same colour
In an heavenly beauty of passion
Thy answers matches my puzzles
And thy formulae rounds my sums
O the intelligent cracker of my safes
Thy bravery quenches my fears
And thy warmth melts my cold heart
Thy voice completes my tunes
And thy fingers caress my violin
O what a sweet pristine music
A wing each, a pair makes us fly
A leg each, a pair enables us walk
Doomed may I be, if I call you my better half
For you're incomparably my best half
I call, in my orisons, glorious heavens
Benevolent and kind heavens
To endow thee with abundant blessings
So I may call thee, my blessed beauteous best half


© El' Mata