Thou Art:

Thou art more beautiful than a summer's day, Shall I compare thee in a different way? Thou art more delicate than a butterfly, With every heart beat, my heart also does sigh. Thou art more eloquent that a bloomed flower, Giving me both strength and one with my power, Thou art as dainty as the Cordovan bee, Raising my awareness to a higher me. Speaketh these words of love to me my darling, I am yours and together we shall sing, Naught shall come between us for we are as one, Meet in the twilight under thou dying sun. So come with me and be eternally mine, And drink in our love as though it was sweet wine. /|\ (11 syllables per line)