In love with you is what I'd call it
Never wanting to be separated from your side

Like a field of spring flowers in full florescence
Overwhelming the totality of my senses; my
Very being is entranced by your every touch
Engulfed in flames my heart burns for it's inamorata.

Why is it that...
Inside and out is my body yearning?
The reason is right before me
Here...it is you...

You are my shining star, and
Only in slumber does my heart not bellow
Unchained and impassioned is my love...