Verily verily my heart beats my love for you,
A love that just favors you more than my life,
That dreams your beautiful name with tripple ‘P’; psych,
passion, power;
Every hour, every minute, every second,
With no halt, nor guilt, nor shame.
It’s not a dream, it’s not a fairytale; it is real, it is true, it
is felt and seen, just like the sun in the heavens.
My heartstrings are between the fingers of my love,
Always wanting to tell you how much I love you,
Through strumming and plucking a beautiful melody like
that of David’s harp,
Following a beautiful ticks produced by the silver
metronome,
That was set for a lifetime to tick as how my heart goes
by and by.
I think it wasn’t my mistake when or how I love you,
It wasn’t a choice either. It was a feeling, a beautiful
feeling, a feeling of ‘I want you’, a feeling of you. Only
you. You only. No one else. And I insist. Forgive me for
loving you, but you don’t have to, for love is no sin at
all.