As morn greets my weeping eyes with sunshine
  you supply my thoughts with sweet nourishment,
 If allowed your ear for just a moment
 I'd share, how you give my caramel cheeks a rose tint. 
  Be far or near this joining, all can feel the solidarity.
   By chance if wings are given air to soon,
    they can evolve into twisted parody.
  Your desire has more than compelled my
   fleeting sensible side.
     With fine woven detail your affection
    awakens feelings I tried desperately to hide.
   Wrong as now I feel, see, and taste
  the ambrosia you've prepared my soul.
  I'll be your sire, if you'll be my siren
  and together we can grow wise and old.