Wishes rain like dying ravens
In her eyes he looks,
Wishing he’d be a hundred lovers
To match her immeasurable beauty.
Or a million virtuous men,
So her he’d in care drown
Smiling, imagining more
Wishing he’d be a gazillion roses,
To grace her paths in beauty
Painting them red and white,.
Or an Arabic scent,
To tame all cursed smells.
Wrapping her in sweet scented Petals,.
Wishing he’d love her
With affection that measure lacks to name.