Oh my darling, you are my fire.
Oh my love, your my aspiration.
My love for you is like a spire,
That climbs high with inspiration.

That not even the sun,
Can take its eyes of you hun.
For you are smiling with fun.
And Ray's of beauty that set to done.

Oh my joy but my sorrow,
Let not my heart yearn to burrow.
For where am I to search for tomorrow,
When darkness filled my light in the burrow.

My love and my pain,
Fill me no more from my gain.
For you are my world and my inspiration.
That put my paths in my aspiration.
© The Book owl