I,
dream dreams of fanciful flights,
on wings, ethereal, and Dove-like.
And with preposition before proposition,
I,
seeking what joy mayest I acquire,
and with reasonable intent and happy
disposition (though insecure portent),
I, pursue thee with fiery passion...so.
My,
beating heart, free to fly and join
with thine in love's folly,
wouldst traverse distant and unknown lands,
sail the the broadest seas, conquer the
highest summits, transcending even
Heaven. Relentlessly forging ahead,
feeling each sting, each pain, facing all,
enduring all...only to know thee,
and to love thee...
thus.