My love for you grows like a rose in the midst of a colossal garden of your sweet, sweet aura.
You have perfumed my soul, with a smell my senses cannot fathom, leaving them to flow in lust.
A rose with no thorns; leaves as soft as feathers, petals those of the calmest rays
What are you? Turning my heaviest thoughts into the lightest of cries of my mind, you have turned me into an angel of my time, and the queen of my own kind.
You have locked me in a place I would never submit to flee; you have locked me in paradise, as free as a wingless bird can be.
You have filled me with love, enough to relent the days I have wept upon,
To you I belong,
forever I shall be yours,
be my own.