A Sweet Serenade

Please forgive misgivings, and my repose,
and a distant intimacy seeking unknown,
a near hollowed core dazed in wear,
all such bound in fault of my own.

This of an adversary of trivial matter,
so we emerge triumphant each time,
within, I foresee pressing times come worse,
but our pinnacle is passion and resolve.

A sweet serenade is my burnt offering,
a requiem of heartfelt hand in hand,
side by side we will conquer all,
and this I give, a vow like none other.