Arontius of Bygelswade

When splend'rous sun smiles full with honied rays,
She fills the heart with the sweet breath of love.
And passion flies in the thick pollen haze.
The nectar a strong draught to my wild dove.

Her wings swept joyfully in rhythmic beat.
Waves flashing colourful through florid sprays.
The wind washed through me with a warmth replete.
A baptism of life that cleansed my gaze.

I look upon her face and count the ways,
In which her beauty has redrawn my life.
A change I cherish and will all my days,
From that first moment she became my wife.

Her heavenly grace is faith to my soul.
As her touch makes my pulse race like a foal.

.....Needs a lot of polish, and I'm sure that Sir Richard will wince when he reads it. But it's the thought and intent that is most important, right?

.....With Much Love, Aaron.