'Tis a wonder to see thee bedazzled

For who is this poem hasn’t a clue?

Thou art befuddled, bobbled, and baffled, 

Ah, oh yes! This can only be for you!

 

Dearest, the Seven Wonders of the World,

Are no longer a mere "Seven" but "Eight"

Because thy eyes are yet to be impearled,

Forever in my heart, thou art my soulmate. 

 

Prithee, thy doubts shan't doubt thy lovely self

For thou art prepossessing yet sweet,

Because such only embellish thyself

In which birds will always bicker and tweet. 

 

In both spirit and mind we shall always be,

In both ends, your love is always my key.