It is an outrage to wish you well just once a year,
For you have stayed by my side, always near.
It is my fault for noticing you too late,
Yet you have been my greatest date.
It is a mistake to think of anyone but you,
For in adoring you, my way becomes true.
I love yous are not enough,
Seeing you was always sought.
I seek only your attention,
My baby, you are the convention.
It is a dream which never ends,
You and me hand by hand.
Our fingers intertwine,
The touch Oh so fine.
Finer like a wine,
Please be only mine.
One hundred and six words are not enough,
For this love where my Heart༯ belongs.
One hundred and twenty one words,
Still not yet,
You my sweetheart,
Are my only fate.
One hundred and thirty seven,
My love and only venom.
One hundred and forty seven,
My only Mu𝄞ic and rhythm.
Numbers will never be enough,
My dear
You are the awakening of gods.
So pure and fine.
Please again, be only mine.
