december eleventh twenty-nineteen
rhyme pattern - abbb
oh my dear, you've given me such a gift;
a gift of joy and peace, a gift of heart,
you've found your way into my heart, board under dart,
my heart beats at the sight of you, such lovely art.
your aspects make my knees weak;
how your dark hair curls like dancers' ribbons,
how you smile so easily, so living,
and how your voice sounds, my heart is what you're been given.
we watch trees pass on the way;
on the way to capture knowledge,
to consume a feast fit for the king's of college,
to you, I finally my love will I pledge.
we can run away, away to a kingdom far away;
a kingdom of heaven and earth, together,
to watch the parents and kids gather,
gather to see the princess, as i too would rather.
i will spend my days thinking;
thinking of the princess and her beauties,
her strong and mighty qualities,
her intelligence and the way she could raise cities.
she knows well;
she knows what she is worth,
more than the duty of giving birth,
more than the earth.
