I will love her From Sunday to Moonday.

Oh how sweet is her music, every note,a sweet morsel of love candy, oh she taste the way heaven would if it was bake as a cake. My just one crumb of it,  on tongue of my heart. And the belly of my heart wants the whole it.And she is a ancient melody, and she is the bow and the violin. And the hands of my heart grab her soulful tunes, Because he wants the whole of her. Because she has the whole of me. Because she has my heart in her hands. And they are loving and gentle hands that holds my heart, because she is holding the whole of me. She is a love entity. And she is falling rain drops. From clouds above the seven heavens. I will die seven times,to enter all seven heaven. Make love on the bed of seven paradises.  And my love for her would not rest on seventh day  She is my shine on Sunday, And my moonlight, on Moonday.