• Uncertainty is all a cruel joke
    Will our love blossom or will it croak
    Butterflies and pleasent thoughts seeing your face
    Only happiness in the presence of her grace

    True love is said to conqure all
    My heart pounds from her call
    To her my heart will be true
    As lovers our lives would start anew

    I dream of her and I together
    She makes my soul light as a feather
    Cure me for I am love sick
    Just one kiss shold do the trick

    She cures my heart of acks and pain
    Love from her makes me quite sane
    Words of passion form this wisp
    A poem from a lover's lips