Be My Love

If Fryderyk were to be my breathing friend,
then in marriage I would ask for your hand.
For better or worse in this age we are,
let the beauties unfold like tulips’ heart.

O you need not be sorry for complications,
for they are the trials of my unyielding love;
such triumph testifies our truest affections,
bonded stronger yet our souls are.

Let me yet again throw myself,
and ask for a little chance to prove my heart.
Please allow me to lend you my arm.
So darling will you – be my love?

Published in: on 18/02/2017 at 3:06 AM  Leave a Comment  

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