Luck couldst not bestow a fairer beauty upon my eyes,
As such a vision other than thou is fabrication.
Fate couldst not upon my skin a lighter, more gentle a touch,
As such a stroke as yours is unequaled.
Thou torment my mind with words lost for awe
And actions strayed for exhilaration.
Thou couldst have my very life all but in the name of dedication.
And my soul would follow hereafter for love.
Not it self without haste in life would be
My commitment towards thee,
With full just cause as not needed to be therefore explained.
Where does one search for a more perfect example of a mortal goddess?
Whether thou accept my heart or reject it.
It is none the less yours.
