Seventy-five days;
My heart,
Forged for you,
Assembled with you in mind,
Carved to fit thine,
Palpitating synchronously,
Aligned paths to pursue,
Pulsating for thee,
Constricted with you,
Entwined with yours,
Molded cast for you,
Mine sweetheart,
My heart yearns,
For thine,
Craves to give ear to the pulse,
The hymne of our romance,
Whil thine is a farness,
Mine longing is adrent pining,
inasmuch as We'll sound the last all clear,
Mindful that I be in thine embrace,
For the remaining of my grace,