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.