How the mighty have fallen.
How this great king has fallen,
In a world filled with many,
You and only you has this king sited.
Oh Joyce or should I say CJ as the king always calls you,
Your eyes contain the beauty of mother nature herself,
Your iris reflects the beauty of the twinkling stars,
And with every gaze a universe unfolds.
Oh, CJ, a masterpiece divine,
In the gallery of love, you brightly shine,
A portrait of beauty, a canvas of grace,
In the gallery of my heart, you find your place,
This my promise to you,
our story will be one bounded not by time
nor space but a story to be told for generations