My empress

She is my miss and my liss,
A kiss on her lips and i will not miss a glimpse,
From a mile i yearn for a chance so that i can have her as mine,
It is no charm so she should  keep calm,
It is our turn to make our feeling count,
I will take care of her like a child with mild touch,
I will march with her down the aisle,
I will not make her cry instead everytime all i will do is make her smile,
I will neither make her sad or mad,
It is about time to make it official to the crowd,
No fissure on her cheek made by tears because she is unpleasant just only when she is exultant,
There will be no make ups because there will be no cover ups,
Trust is a must because it is the crust,
Siku moja tutakuwa kimoja pamoja.