Love Of The Bygone Age

I saw thee and my heart blossomed.

Thy flamboyance maketh my heart throb like never before.

Thou came riding a jennet,

Waving thy gingerly blonde hair,

With a Van Dyke beard,

And a d'Artagnan moustache.

Magnificent cerulean eyes,

Clear as the empyrean,

And a twinkle with the joie de vivre.

Heart pure like a lucent crystal,

Sprinkling angel dust wherever passing.

I saw thee as my destiny,

My utmost dole.

I would if thee give thy love, 

I promise my love will never hath a bad say.

But every love story has to pay,

Will have to face a lot of bad.

Doesn't mean love stories hath to be sad.

Against all odds, we will fight.

Thou be my Eros and I will be thy Psyche.