I do dream,

in the cold,
long nights,
of her’s,
her celestial arms.

I do dream,
in the warm,
short days past,
of her’s,
her glimmering beauty.

I hope to call,
that one girl there,
that princess there,
all mine,
I dream of her as mine.

Beauty, though I
know is not all,
She has mind, too,
Yes she,
Is kind and sugared, sweet.

I do dream,
on this setting
day of giving,
of her,
that beauty, that Jazmine.

She is, I swear,

celestial,
beautiful, I
do see,
She is a princess, any day!