Love
Love


I am Panglossian that
One day your braid
Will carry the rose of my love.
I am sanguine that
One day your beautiful eyes
Will unite with mine
To construct the building of love.
I am optimistic that
One day your lips
Will smear on them the lipstick
Of my love
To bolster our home.
Yes, I am confident that
You will come breaking
The barrier to accept the love
Of my bosom
To wear the vermilion of my name.