The Other Level

A sparkle of interest, the seed of a tree

That blossomed in happiness and joy.

My love for you is unconditional

And by your side, is where I wish to be.

When my eyes landed on you I never thought much, yet

When I heard your voice, such emotion was felt.

Was it anger, lust for pleasure, or conquest I sought?

Or, was it the sweet melody of love

That brought me to worship at your feet?

My longing for love at last will stop

With an answer of yes. I will throw you my rope;

Tie it to your finger, forever fixed we shall be

As our blossoming tree grows exponentially.