Counting The Hours Until I Can See You Again

- To You, enchantress of the brilliant stars -
I am sure you can not stand the mad ramblings of a drunk man; but please, my lady, take these drunk ramblings from a mad man to heart. I know I can not be half the man you deserve. But still your beauty has captured me and I can never take light. I know I will never achieve the grace that is your good graces but I pray you find no irritation in me. For the bitterness it would leave in my brest, as a thousand dagger that fill me. Oh, your eyes that shine like the stars in the heavens and your gentle laughter how it fills me. I can not but help to smile when you enter the room, for your poise and majesty precedes you. The wonder that is you, in all your form, in all your person and in all your spirit. Let it be ours to share, and I will share everything with you, eveything that I am; but I could never measure to you. Like a goddess you look down, with a smile to match your crown. Your gentle movements they enchant all that see. I wish my eyes could wonder, but then they would surely sunder after the sight of your true beauty. My pulse quickens when I think of you and my soul reaches when I dream of you. You have touched my life so quick I am unprepared. The way you float in a room, the way you carry a tune. But rest my heart for it is bare; and open to you. Let me show my intentions are pure. Honesty, honestly, nothing else but could even cross my mind. Your tone so kind and I unrefined beseech the most elegant I that any seeking man can find. Oh, let this night never end, your wit your charm are beyond compare. Your features so fair, but that is not all I could go on and on. So let us end here, with anticipation and fear. And the brighter hope that tomorrow brings. Let the sun give its shine, and this question reside in your heart of hearts tell me true. Let you mine and I be thyn? Least let me say that I love you.
-From the one who wishes to know you better.
If only for an intent, let it be.
But if more, all angels sing and horns sound.
From the bottom of my bosom, may you receive.
Let all trials impose and I shall scatter them.
For the peace you give, I shall walk the burning coals.
Come to my arms and I shall keep you safe.
There let us be, and I shall never careless.
You are my top priority... My darling.