My Darling Cen, Heaven to my Earth,
You don’t need to prove your worth,
I am clearly blessed with your birth,
For you’re the leading light of this land’s rebirth,
A blinding radiance that cuts through the dearth.
My Darling Cen, Star to my Moon,
I wish I could express the thousand ways,
You have made this grown woman swoon,
Your grass-green 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 honour your might,
For few are as fearsome as you in a fight,
Even dragons tremble at your sight,
As they turn their wings and give flight.
My Darling Cen, Rain to my Flames,
I wish to free you from your binds and chains,
These burdens you bear through endless days,
That wear and age you like harsh sun rays,
As the fires of your hopes and dreams are ablaze.
My Darling Cen, Bee to my Rose,
I wish to recall our passionate throes,
Moments scant and fleeting like melting snow,
As I bathed within your warm glow,
For within my womb, I feel them grow.
