Poem: What you mean to me

A grief of one day, is of no equivalence to a second of your smile;
With passion I stare endlessly, into the strength of your eyes;
My serenade has only begun, listen to my melodious plight;
Into ur heart I bring my essence, our mingled grace shall pile.

Every minute of the day, I think about you in miles;
Ego of a man, possession of every human all told lies;
Your fragile heart bears the seat of the wise;
What you mean to me, is more than walking down the isle.