My Errand

You are 

Like a song 

That my lips croon 

And I 

Drape my arms 

On your shoulder. 

Swimming 

In the ocean 

Of your cerulean eyes, 

I accomplish 

My errand 

To dimple love 

In your contour. 

Leaning to your bosom, 

I murmur, 

“I love you, 

I love you 

And I love you.”