By Drunser
I might not be that good with words,
But I know I have to try,
Your face is fairer than the birds
Singing in the airy breeze.
Your touch is like a sweet caress,
Your love is like a fire.
And then know true happiness.
With one look upon your sweet face,
Oh, dear Seraph, I love you so.
Your beauty outshines the sun.
And when I take your hand in wedlock,
I'll be yours, devoted, forever.