Enthralled by your unbounded beauty
That I admire all seven days a sennight,
It is me that you do not see;
My heart pounds madly at your mere sight.
Although we descend from people of conflicting histories,
I would not let semblance interfere,
Yours of gleaming tourmaline and mine of the snow of January,
Our love would be the utmost paradigm of love: open and sincere.
But for those who would insist to oppose
Our unalterable affection for each other
Must answer to the next line that is written in more than prose:
Don't even bother.
For two people who love each other belong
And their time spent together should be nothing but prolonged.