Sonnet

Thine  tongue spins candy floss

In thine absence of a moment

A lifetime seems lost

I seek no anointment

For Thine caresses art mine gloss

Thy husband of mine

 Thine lips makes me transmogrified

In thine orbit, me spins high

Before thee, mine heart was a withering rose.

Thou art  mine highs

Thou art  mine zephyr.

Thy prince of Persia art pale

In mine eyes

Thine touch art all mine skin desires

* Sorry this is very tongue in cheek. :)