My Story To Tell

"To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that’s everything." When you are in warm handshake with love All you ever imagine is to fly up high like the dove You never cease soaring in aptitude to dissolute Your thirst to drink more from love’s well is absolute By devotion of countless emotions The extent you hope to sail is beyond oceans Nothing seems impossible And by counts, every dream achievable My story to tell is like most few ever told It began on one late night, a walk alone in the cold From afar beneath the cloak of total darkness From henceforth arose my redemption from coyness A portrait work of God’s intellect and perfection Her appearance flaunts in blissful ignition Nature’s gift hardly to reject And by acceptance, patiently unwrap and inspect Elizabeth by name, in her prime of life Swore I to champion her test, master in all strife Failing is an option potion to auction for glory In such stature of her nature, I offer my best act honorary Seasons washed ashore, the bonding mightier The relationship happier and healthier My queen no longer was one but two By an act profound, her being two only takes two A charming prince forth joins the family Merrily and happily, the family chants joy so lively Having my queen trust and love Seeing my prince smile out of love My greatest joy definable by no records Descriptive by means of no words