p is pronounced like pay in dutch

my sweets

sweet like strawberry lemonade
a love so pure it can't be manmade
maybe a higher being was at play
that said it need no further delay

and thus cupid his arrow flew
creating a love forever so true
like a fairy tale never seen before
that will be read forevermore

now you still give me butterflies
merely by looking into your eyes
never ceasing to cross my mind
the feeling of our hands intertwined

when rain drips out of the sky
I've got no reason to question why
my days still seem forever bright
it's you, that always brings the light

in the woods or the sea
the desert and the prairie
as long as it's with you I'll be
wherever you want me

till death do us part and beyond then
for I hope this feeling shall never end
transcending universes and what not
you've got me tongue-tied; head in a knot

your name leaves a sweet, tangy flavour in my mouth
one that I could just drink as if I was in a drought

though even now the words of a poet's hands
fail to encapture the gift that is your essence, at last