With every pic
You cuter get;
The last one, how you beam!
Is this a trick
To get me set
For your enduring dream?
My arms burn more,
My yearnings rise,
To hold you close and kiss.
You do restore
My joy of eyes
With golden, rosy bliss.
O Lover-dove,
You are my own,
All mine my whole life through.
Life’s deepest love
Will be full known
When I am one with you!