My love for you—a summer rose that blooms into the early spring—each blushing, silken petal and the happiness which it can bring I cherish with my every breath, and from the greedy jaws of death I guard it with my very life; this love, this precious thing.
My love for you—which every day does grow into a work of art—is like a seed whose sprout takes root to stabilize the wayward heart. And when, into a mighty tree, it rises tall for all to see, displays itself—a masterpiece; this love which I impart.
My love for you—the faintest whisper echoing within your ears—is quiet, like the tender face whose humble struggle sheds its tears. A silent, omnipresent thought that in my doting mind has wrought both peace and havoc hand-in-hand; this love our hearts revere.
My love for you—a raging storm whose winds will sweep you off your feet—is loud and thunderous, a tempest spewing hail and pouring sleet; destroying all along its path who dare to summon forth its wrath—it's but a ward to keep you safe; this love which must repeat.
My love for you—a latitude of timelessness; forever vast—is like a cycle, spun abroad the tandems of a distant past whose bonds composed of mortal tether bind our kindred souls together to its mighty pendulum; this love, this essence chaste.
My love for you—a winter frost which beckons freshly fallen snow—is like a shield which keeps secure my spirit's fruits from fear and woe. For even when my heart is spurned and to the world by back is turned, it comforts me and makes me whole; this love which helps me grow.
My love for you—like springtime rains which oft entice the summer showers—symbolizes growth within the garden of my spirit's flowers; tender, kind, and nourishing, it ushers forth a flourishing of radiance and pure delight; this love my soul empowers.
My love for you—which even in the darkest and most frigid night—shines brighter than a holy beacon, beaming with eternal light. A source of passion so divine which serves a testament to time, its rays shall guide you back to me; this love which you ignite.
My love for you—an open flame which puts the strongest blaze to shame—is like a spark. When kindled by the tinder of romantic aim, from deep within a burning pyre sets my very soul afire; bathed in an eternal warmth; this love, this loyal claim.
My love for you—so steadfast and devoted in its ceaseless strife—is like a vigil kept within the confines of my daily life. A constant watch upon the heart whose stalwart focus does impart a sense of ease and sanctity; this love which fills your wife.
My love for you—whose tempered tip does pierce my heart swift as an arrow—like the blood which courses through my veins and seeps into the marrow, is as vital to my being as the one who gives it meaning, as the air my lungs must breathe; this love, this fixture narrow.
My love for you—which from the snare of isolation set me free—is like a lock to which no hand aside from yours may wield the key. And although tethers tightly bind me to the one whose love did find me, here I am content to stay; this love, this symphony.
My love for you—a most melodic tune that oft my spirit sings—is played according to the rhythm of the heart whose golden strings are plucked like chords unto a harp. By silver talons deft and sharp is loosed the aria within; this love, this boon of kings.
My love for you—a fervor which I raise my voice to proudly speak—is like a great commandment etched in stone atop a mountain peak; benevolent and holy creed my humble heart and spirit need to live and further persevere; this love in you I seek.
My love for you—omnipotent, the drive which makes my life complete—is far too grand for worded rhymes alone; their purpose does defeat the splendor so epitomized, the feeling fully realized between a husband and his wife; this love, this amour sweet.
My love for you is everlasting, ever-flowing, all-surpassing—dainty as a rose's whisper, deadly as a flaming dart; young as spring and dense as winter, like a tree whose bark does splinter from the fury of a storm; coursing through the bleeding heart.
My love for you defies all reason, cycling through every season; timeless like a legacy, begins and ends in mystery; fetching lyric sung by light, watchful vigil kept at night; functions like a lock and key; binds us both eternally; my love for you, your love for me.
