I shall craft a new love song,

One that stands true while winds of change batter at it. 

For my love seeks to test me:

To study the measure of my love inch upon inch. 

To see the strength of my unrelenting bond. 

I am but a servant to my love. 

I bend on one knee before it, desperate and true.

I throw myself to its beauty.

My love fuels wars to be won, empires to be conquered, riches preserved. 

By my love a sad man becomes happy,

A cold belly warms with passion. 

A love only a foolish man could refuse.

When I close my eyes, 

Without seeing, I behold nothing but my love. 

A fair complexion altered only by heat.

Layers of beauty, each more wonderful than the next. 

A smell so lovely, it must be designed by the gods,

Like lilacs in a field of purple and green.

I am but a humble scholar before you.

I seek to study you, to read your lines. 

The sun may rise but it cannot set without you, my love.

For you are the earth, air and water. You are my, 

Grilled Cheese. My love.