My Love

O muse of love commend thee thy hand

A fire of passion doth flare up in two

But one is a fugitive of the land

I Adam to his Eve bid you come through

I bid thee help to pursue our great love

What i plead for may be a lot to ask

But our love is as pure as a white dove

We fear not and never will put a mask

To give it up is seldom an option

We are like Romeo and Juliet

Never agreeing to separation

Bliss is the memory of when we met

So to thee i ask please grant me this wish

For living without her would be hellish