Oh my love,
Could I be considered a prisoner?

Truly,
Picturing you and me,
Makes my heart miss a beat.

Cupid: my sole witness,
Demanded from its little helper;
'Imprison her, until the day they meet.'

Until the day we meet.

I will be held captive.
Wondering
Why I have been sentenced.

Until the day we meet,
I will continue daydreaming of
You and I.

My love to you,
As sincere as a poet is to its poem.

Oh how beautiful would it be,
Having little creatures
Bringing joy into our home.
Consisting; half of you and half of me.

Spoken words of love.
In my mind, they linger.
For my lover said:
'Even if I'd lose my mind,
I'd never forget about her'.

Until the day we meet.

Chaimaeelmas