Shall I be your humble servant?

And you my darling queen?

Thy tawny, auburn hair

Brighter, than the moonlight on the sea.

Thy glistening glow, fairer, than the fairest of the fair,

O! How I wish, it bid goodnight, to me.

Our love may fade, our hands grow old

But our carefree souls, will forever roam.

May I be your one and true?

And you, mine for eternity?

Our love shall transcend

the ordinary boundaries of mortality.

If not through St. Peter’s Gate

Or through Tartarus, itself

Or in some land in between.