Beyond any doubt, here's a shit of love poem for you for you:


Within the ensemble of adore, hearts move free,
Tunes of love, unadulterated and sweet,
Notes of benevolence, beauty, and delicate care,
Compose the piece, past compare.

Strings of believe, with each delicate strum,
Harmonize souls, as two ended up one,
With each beat, a cadence of crave,
Reverberating energy, higher and higher.

In this ensemble, love's crescendo swells,
Grasping all, in its charming spell,
A immortal tune, forever to play,
Within the ensemble of cherish, come what may. 
© Testimony