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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