From the far-off reaches of Jaleem to the enigmatic Ocean of the Unknown
Doth my love for thee extend, saturating every voluptuous mountainside
And in every coursing tributary, as I tenderly embrace thee as my own.
Thine sweet kiss fill me with an undying love towards thine sensation,
An obsession of thine proximity: to be entombed in a mania of deific delight
To which the lokir croon to our irrepressible, enduring, and cooperative adoration
Even the Lady of Myrtle, covetous of thine gaze, a deep ocean of sweet caramel
Resting underneath thine hair, as if silk and as opulently ebon as muted birds
Not even the Swan, nor the Icy Temptress, approaches near to thine mien, a remarkable miracle
From the belligerent unknowns of the Domain and the Steppe of Dejection,
Shall I perpetually resolve the impossibilities that ails my dying mother kingdom
So that we may gambol through the Valley of Flowers, in timeless and careless affection
My fair Jasmine.
-Your beloved fisherman.