unTitLed

my dearest darling, half of soul,

light of my life and jewel of all wives..

i think of thee, of thee and yet of thee,

like thee there never yet can ever be..

thine two intoxicating eyes i miss,

and thy cheeks and lips i used to kiss,

O' my tentalizing agony would cease,

and reunited with thee i'd be at peace,

if helen of troy were clad in the beauty of thousand stars,

then thou gentle as evening air art in mine eyes,

as shine the moon among the lesser fires,

of all the queens that ever lived,

i chose thee to rule me,

mine very own Helena..my one and only,

to the very marrow thou will see i love ye,

o' how in the world am i to live without thee?