I’m here to support your miniocrity
Just as you support my minutia.
It’s as if we were hexagonal snowflakes
Sprinkled amidst a cold Aleutia.

There’s nothing to distinguish us
From any other pathetic wretch.
We’re nothing but gray carbon specks
In an unimportant charcoal sketch.

Only one thing makes us special:
Tender love’s reciprocation.
Love fills us, making us more than we
Are without our adoration.

Your physiognomy bleeds through
To your clothes. Why do you wear blue
On Valentine’s Day, when some red
Should grace your sweet pleasures instead?
Is it because you know that I
Would have a most euphoric eye
Upon seeing you in that hue
That most serves to scintillate you?
It’s like coating my eyes with glue,
They’re ecstatic’ly stuck, ’tis true,
On you, my rapture so well clad.
But, should it chance that you feel sad,
I’d delight to make you cozy.
How I could make your cheeks rosy
And fulfill your hedonism!
Your face shows your optimism,
Fleshy for wont of affection.
How I love your dark complexion,
Your brooding and passionate way
As evinced by your shirt today.
Let’s change the shirt for something less
Sad, for I’ll give you happiness.

Whatever could these struggles do,
But make me so much more love you?
That’s the blessing of marrying
Young, before the heart’s despairing
Because it never found a mate,
Since its pride made it wait too late.
It is well we wed ere we were
Established like ancient Ashur,
For by so doing we may prove
Our constancy and profound love
By riding out together the
Fierce, buffeting waves of life’s sea
And temptation’s gusts, so that we’ll
Be able to more deeply feel
Appreciation and respect,
Since we were able to direct
Ourselves worthy of a medal
For our battle proven mettle.
Otherwise we might easily
Cave in at the first sign of the
Problems that all marriages will
Face, being made of tin not steel.
Our matrimony’s strengthened in
The furnace of youth’s affliction.

Do not cry; you have not lost me.
Don’t bathe your face in useless regret.
I am leaving for a short time,
But we are eternal. Dost thou forget?

Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh,
We are one, Siamese, and beating
With one shared heart. Your pains are mine;
Everything you suffer is repeating

Like an echo to my mind. We
Bear these burdens together. Our strength
Is united faith in what we
Know will extend well beyond time’s length,

As we measure it by this earth.
It is foolish to believe that we
Can only be together and
In love here, ignoring eternity.

If silly to think our love ends
With the commencement exercises
Of death, then sillier ’tis to
Think love fades when distance ostracizes

Two as united as we are.
We are not until death doth us part,
But time and all eternity.
Love has no end nor start.

So, maintain the dignity of
The promises and vows we have made.
If I should venture many years
Or miles away, then do not be afraid.

The law of conservation of
Love states that love can’t be created
Or destroyed, it can only be
Converted into a more elated

Form, which form you’ve proven to be.
You’re all that matters in life to me.
It doesn’t seem like heaven could be
Heaven, unless I had you endlessly.

Our love’s not ruled by gravity,
For distance does not diminish our
Pull. Indeed, if at opposite
Poles, our attraction’d but grow in power.

Though I were trapped where no sound could
Carry the vibrations, “I love you,”
Surely our love could still travel,
For it needs no medium to pass through,

And having found each other safely,
It would deliver its message, for
Love can travel through space and time
To find a warm greeting at our soul’s door.

Within a crucible we’re sealed,
Where we are able to melt into
Each other, becoming a much
Stronger alloy than ere this pas-de-deux

Of devotion we danced and thus
Ceased to solitary strangers be.
We’re insep’rable. We are held
Together by the bonds that make us free.

Worth more to me than finest gold;
The greatest treasure to behold.
Reflecting innocence as a mirror—
There never was a damsel dearer.
She lives and walks in quiet grace;
Her very words are silk and lace.
Her eyes are moons of radiant light;
Her skin a smooth and creamy white;
Her lips an Eden’s paradise
Worth any pain or sacrifice;
Her hair cascades in nocturnal tresses.
She is the very proof that God blesses.
She is a maiden virtuous and kind
In heart and soul, body, thought, and mind;
Endowed with a charm and elegance
To match her faith and intelligence.
A precious jewel for all to see—
My blossom of divinity.

Truly, you must be a goddess,
Because whenever I’m near you,
My eyes find themselves averted,
Despite what they might want to do.

What divine voluptuousness
Makes my eyes fear the luscious view.
They don’t want to seem perverted;
Though thy form they long to pursue.

All Aphrodite’s loveliness,
Ceres’ fertility, and two
Siren’s couldn’t be converted
Into one powerful as you.