I believe that none could dote you quite as deeply as I do; And yet I often fail to show the depth of it to you. I vow to do the little things, to show you every day; But one thing or another seems to get into the way. I pledge to be more open, to have valiancy and be vigorous; But some how fear surmounts and then everything goes erroneous. I dream of perfect love for us, and hope that it will be; And yet I culminate up giving you a less than perfect me. I optate to be much more for you, be everything you require. I hope and seek, implore and pray "Transmute me Lord! ", I plead. You are the only one I optate. It is for you I yearn. I conjecture, my love, there's still so much that I have yet to learn. I cannot give perfection, but this I promise I will do - I will spend my life time learning how to give my love to you.