I don’t think I can relate
Don’t think I can communicate
Just how good, no, how great
It is to hear that name.

Finally, the time arrives
When long lashes and twinkling eyes
Secret away a great surprise
That whispers truth, utters not lies.

Presently, my canals hear
Gentle mouth to waiting ear
Syllables that find me here
Enraptured by him, my Dear.

What word can cause such a start
How does he express his art
Which love word does leave its mark
Saying, simply, “You, Sweetheart.”