Another year, another day.
And what more can I say:
Other than I love you and
Your beauty leaves me stunned?
My princess be
Which no angel see.
No shining light, no halo to adorn.
And me: a pauper of the lowly born.
A year can take you, just as a second can.
Almost lost you before
We even truly began.
I’m aware of our dying core,
Which with time our bodies and love will spoil.
Until then: I wrap you within my arms and mortal coil.