The heart that beats loudly and say,
The heart that builds without delay
It spins the alliteration of the day
And tunes the rhymes and sing:
Fair Roseline: I love thee.

The mind that the sweet words convey,
Words of love and affection that will ever stay.
His pen is inked and time is okay,
And so the seasons and so everything:
Fair Roseline: I'll tell thee.

The eye that seeks and finds a way
It sees the beauty all that lay.
This eye will always find a way
And so the beauty that you bring :
Fair Roseline: Eyes do see.

And then the hand that inks the play,
The scenes and acts my hands will lay.
A novel too, a poem and an essay, —
All literature from one love string:
Fair Roseline: I adore thee.

Words of affection that will be,
Springs from a smile and jot by me.
These lips will always try to say:
Fair Roseline; I love thee.