O my Woman!
No girl more beautiful, elegant, or divine
And all the better yet because she is all mine.
My soul-mate, my heart, my forever love
My wondrous beauty, my safeguard, my perfect dove.
She glides among the lilies and roses
Overwhelming them with her beauteous poses.
Love is what I wish to make to her
On a carpet covered in plush fur.
But behold! I have already consummated marriage with she
And I cannot any longer contain this giddy feeling inside me.
I have a connection with this woman, a forever bond
With this female whose reflection overshadows that of the moons in a pond.
She shines bright, oh so bright! Brighter than the Sun!
And it is my honor, glory and privilege to call her my Hon.
A love perfect as ours does not come every year;
A love like ours stays strong when most would blacken and turn to burnt sere.
We have stood through heav'n and hell
And now the sound I hear fast approaching is our wedding bell.
Here she comes bedecked in white
A shining seraph, oh this maiden is a wondrous sight.
Mine to hold for all eternity
This I know with absolute certainty.
For with the love we found at our first kiss
What else can happen but eternal, marital bliss?
And now I wish to end in a way quite sweet
Because you deserve it, my love who cannot be beat.
So I will finish with a phrase
That brings me greater life and joy than all the Sun's rays.
I love you
O my Woman!