To my lover who I hold dear
A wish for words to make this clear
Yet I cannot make this task
So for patience now I ask

I could compare you to a clear day
but far fairer is the day I say.
Perhaps as alluring as the moon?
And yet the moon makes others swoon.

Maybe then like a cold breeze,
still that chills with lethal ease.
A warm and comforting fire?
Can still speak of everlasting ire.

Suffice to this, you make my life bright.
Filling my world with a loving light.