Peacock Green

Like a peacock spreading its plumage,

Let you me inside your heart without a passage.

Am I your expected rain?

Am I your gain or your pain?

What a pleasure to see you bloom.

Where is that feeling called “gloom”?

Call me your mate, call me on a date.

Call me everything that you might not hate.

You are one who brings happiness wherever you go,

You only know to unconditionally give, pleasures you forego.

Darling, you are a matter of pride.

Dearest, you shall always be my newlywed bride.