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
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