I would

 It was the bestest of times, i said to the great,

I would rush at late nights, and in cold, i’d sweat,

To be the one, able and right, to be the one thats just so bright,

The kind of one, that she would even sing;

The kind of one, that he had recurring dream?

The years that would come, with new to bring always

The years became months, month became days,

The memoirs of her, forever now remains,

Roots beyond wish, and beyond wish she sees me,

When i break a smile, or would cover up in pains,

Charming attitude, dimple cheeks sprinkled with warm nevus; damn pretty is she!!