Thoroughly enthralled am I with her,
Totally contented, and so forever grateful.
I am loyal, contrite, and submissively demure,
And our future seems both blessed and fateful.
As for my wounded heart, she alone is the cure,
Again I'll quietly say 'to God alone, I am grateful, '
For He listens when with Faith, we are pure.
She is to my Heart, the bait, line, hook and lure,
I have been--by her--caught and reeled in, that's for sure!
Our love is defined by a possessive mutual furor,
There is no finer woman for me, and I have never been surer.
Of himself, within himself, no love poet has spoken words truer,
I truly love you with all my heart, Miss Mallory Scheurer,
I'll give Byron, Shelley or Keats the homage they deserve,
When I revive classical love poetry for her without reserve.
When most clueless men fail to show heart or nerve,
I will treat her forever the way a queen ought deserve.
I am grateful that my past hurts led to my present life,
And that thought is, with sincerity, love beyond rife!
7-12-2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem