Shimmering glints of light seize such eyes,
For it is forbidden to compare such beauty with any other pair.
My set of pupils occupy dilation and rest upon the loveliness that beholds my center stage,
For such a grace filled man, he does not consider himself to be distinctive among his gregarious group,
He does not see the spectacle of uniqueness that manages to allure my appeal.
This grace filled man and I, shall we make a deal?

The deal is anonymous
He knows well,
But one may not see the pathway to hell.
I do not speak of the anguish or doltishness of marriage,
For I seek a gamble longer than the listed,
Moderation is served to the weak that cannot handle the pain,
But I, my graceful man, created the rules of such game.

Insert a coin and tell me your price,
With three red cherries, we shall cheat through this life.
My grace filled man and I, can he escape?

That was part of the deal my friend,
Each red cherry for each eternal date.

Marriage is terminated and determined to end at a death,
But the three eternities we now have together can last into depth,
With such time I will slowly grow away,
From such shimmering eyes and graceful sway,

But for now I have you, for as long as I want,
Eternity lived over three times you might say,
Your gracefulness and I shall live eternities upon this day.