As the morning sun bursts with orange flames
And the golden sea calmly shuffles out,
I hear all men whisper a thousand names;
Bella, Sweetness, you know there is no doubt
Your name I'll roar above the thousand cries,
Above the thousand tears when lovers mourn.
My love for you, my sweet, is without whys,
With you in mind I'll never be forlorn.
Blueness veils the darkness crowned in the west,
Silence signals lovers are now in awe
Of the golden sun, brighter than the rest.
My love, I know that you are twenty-four
And we've never met, but, please don't ridicule,
For I love you, my Ozzy-sweet, MollyCule.