Met you during the month of May, named after the Greek goddess.
Is this just a coincidence play? May so beautiful and flawless?
Prettier than all her kin, but so grey out of depression of sadness?
If this is just coincidence, then I lay dead in this life full of wryness.
Encountered you on a score, with a vision within your heart.
So beautiful, strange with galore; your love I wanted to be apart.
All else in this world thrown ashore, so a beautiful life will start.
With you, the only one I adore, until death make me part.
Two millenniums and eight years, It took for me to find you, around
The globe I traced, I even shed tears; for my love for you is abound.
You thrown the beauty which spears the shields of any man’s ground
Losing you is beyond my fears, because love like yours is unfound.
Well this is just a one man’s words.