My Darling Cen, heaven to my earth,
You don’t need to prove your own worth,
The Gods have surely blessed me with your birth,
For your the leading light of this lands rebirth,
A blinding radiance that cuts through the dearth.
My Darling Cen, star to my moon,
Wish I could express all the ways,
You have made this grown woman swoon,
With your grass-coloured eyes gentle as a dove,
Filled with nothing but your endless love.
My Darling Cen, day to my night,
I wish all could see and acknowledge your might,
For few are as fearsome as you in a fight,
Even mighty dragons tremble at your sight,
As they turn there wings and give flight.
My Darling Cen, rain to my flames,
I wish I could free you from your binds and chains,
These burdens you bear through endless days,
That wear and age you like the sun’s harsh rays,
As the fires of your hopes and dreams are ablaze.
My Darling Cen, bee to my rose,
I wish I could recall all our passionate throes,
Those moments scant and fleeting like melting snow,
As I bathed within your warm glow,
For within my womb, I feel them grow.
