Love as blind and wounderful as new blum of sweet rose.
Tender my heart will sit in worry of how you might love me.
Lost in words the things in blood I formed to show you, of my happyness of your eyes were i can only hope my heart may play,as the night tells the moon to show and lets me find you.
Not to lay in open pain I lose my self in all that is me and you, to show that laughter is not the only answer to this tear crossed heart; to thus i wait for you.
So when i may dance with your heart under no end after our souls lose track of ourselfess in dreams calling may i find you once more in after life and on.
For i love you to no end and wish i may share this dance once more.