To mornings gently spent beneath our sheets of downy snow
With rays of pure and blinding light dancing on your skin.
Two pools of see look up at me with naught but love to show
And I am left to ponder thee,
Would you be my Belgear?
That time may run to outlast the days of idle passing fancy
Wherein we sat near the bank of yonder pleasant river,
Despite the beauties nature held, your face still all I can see
In mind's eye upon that day.
Would you be my Belgear?
Those lips, caressed without pause and oft parted in play
Linger. Your taste as honey fills the senses with delight
Stops for a moment the beating of my heart, begging me to stay.
And so I will, but for a price:
Would you be my Belgear?
Hand in hand brought us to the beach of Boston shore
Where over time our love blossomed before the eyes of all.
Now you hold my heart in hand, highest Aether ore;
Forge it with your love, be true
Would you be my Belgear?
Should our days dwindle and the sun set upon your face
I will hold you close and whisper still, my lips against your ear.
So filled will I forever be of your virtues and your grace
That never would I part from thee,
'Would you be my Belgear?'