The light reflects onto your face

And into your searching eyes;

When you look in the mirror

Do you find something you despise?

 

Amidst your wandering gaze

Which hangs heavy with your lashes

Inside I see a soul that carries

A burden your beautiful face matches

 

Might it have been love

That carried me into your arms

Or was it my lack of resistance

For your insatiable charm?

 

The longing to pour into you

My soul whilst resting

My weary head against your shoulder

My feelings for you are unadulterated;

What concern is it that you are older?

 

For in matters of the heart

My single most preoccupation is clear:

To love you unreservedly;

You are my queen and I am your seer