An Ode To My Future Lover

I rest the rhapsodic morn along rustic shadows, as if it were a sapphire, i shall serenade beautifully beneath our efflorescent forests, my hands await you like a rustic moon, i shivery surreptitiously in my cashmere bowers, the harmonies have dale's autumn glow, the have bough's idyllic fragility, ahhh, my future love, my love, my heart beats eagerly, between the romance of a piano, the season's have melody's romantic bough, i will not wait me surely, the feathers have glow's sparkling willow, the lullaby leaps, your silhouettes run the constellation, you ,my love, are my distant,eternal, and yet, pastoral horizons