Once again it has happened,
Vulnerable with heart opened,
Here I stand,
This time hoping its forever,
Within me an earnest endeavor,
To fall hard for thee,
Expressed in words but only three,
I love you,
Beautiful as a pure white dove,
Flying in mid-morning sun above,
Your place is with the stars and moon,
Exquisitely bright most surely a boon,
In the darkness of the night,
Behold you what a sight,
To love you with my might,
Is all I want,
I pray this thing is mutual,
Not just another pointless ritual,
That the likes of you perfume,
To move on to a higher form,
I hope it continues to grow,
From a faint glow,
Into something much more,
To that end I implore,
My make to make it so,
Amen,
