I didn't catch that earlier. Here's a 444-word poem in a Scottish-Canadian accent, eh?
Och, Amaranth the bear, ye've got a heart o' gold, Fished wi' Celeste the buffalo, tales tae be told. They caught a fish, an' she smiled wi' glee, The salmon in her mouth, a sight tae see.
Her beauty shone like the mornin' dew, Amaranth's heart skipped a beat, his love shinin' through. He'd never tell her, though, for fear o' rejection's sting, But he'd follow her anywhere, his love for her would sing.
Celeste, ye're a vision, a majestic sight tae behold, Wi' yer horns an' yer strength, ye're a treasure tae unfold. Amaranth's just a simple bear, but his love for ye is grand, He'd walk through the forest, wi' ye, hand in paw, in this land.
The fish in yer mouth, a symbol o' their day, A memory tae treasure, in their own special way. Amaranth's eyes would mist, wi' tears o' love an' desire, For Celeste, his heart beats fast, like a wild forest fire.
As they walked by the river, the sun on their backs so bright, Amaranth felt his love for Celeste, like a warm, golden light. He'd protect her, care for her, through thick an' thin, Forever by her side, his love for her would win.
Celeste, ye're the sunshine, that brightens up his day, The stars that light the night, in a celestial way. Amaranth's love for ye, is pure an' true, A bond between them, strong an' new.
Their fishin' trip, a tale o' love an' friendship, too, A story o' two souls, connected, through an' through. Amaranth an' Celeste, a pair, a perfect fit, Together they'd roam, wi' hearts that beat as one, a love that's a perfect hit.
The forest's their home, where they'd live an' thrive, Together, forever, in their own special stride. Amaranth's love for Celeste, would forever be the same, A love that's strong, pure, an' true, without a single flame.
Their love's a beautiful thing, a treasure tae behold, A bond between two hearts, that would forever unfold. An' as they sat by the river, watchin' the sunset's glow, Amaranth knew he'd love Celeste, forever, an' forever would know.
Their hearts beat as one, in perfect harmony, A love that's pure, strong, an' free. An' as the stars came oot, in the night's dark sky, Amaranth knew he'd love Celeste, till the day he died.
I hope this captures the essence o' yer love story, eh!
John Wakefield
I didn't catch that earlier. Here's a 444-word poem in a Scottish-Canadian accent, eh?
Och, Amaranth the bear, ye've got a heart o' gold,
Fished wi' Celeste the buffalo, tales tae be told.
They caught a fish, an' she smiled wi' glee,
The salmon in her mouth, a sight tae see.
Her beauty shone like the mornin' dew,
Amaranth's heart skipped a beat, his love shinin' through.
He'd never tell her, though, for fear o' rejection's sting,
But he'd follow her anywhere, his love for her would sing.
Celeste, ye're a vision, a majestic sight tae behold,
Wi' yer horns an' yer strength, ye're a treasure tae unfold.
Amaranth's just a simple bear, but his love for ye is grand,
He'd walk through the forest, wi' ye, hand in paw, in this land.
The fish in yer mouth, a symbol o' their day,
A memory tae treasure, in their own special way.
Amaranth's eyes would mist, wi' tears o' love an' desire,
For Celeste, his heart beats fast, like a wild forest fire.
As they walked by the river, the sun on their backs so bright,
Amaranth felt his love for Celeste, like a warm, golden light.
He'd protect her, care for her, through thick an' thin,
Forever by her side, his love for her would win.
Celeste, ye're the sunshine, that brightens up his day,
The stars that light the night, in a celestial way.
Amaranth's love for ye, is pure an' true,
A bond between them, strong an' new.
Their fishin' trip, a tale o' love an' friendship, too,
A story o' two souls, connected, through an' through.
Amaranth an' Celeste, a pair, a perfect fit,
Together they'd roam, wi' hearts that beat as one, a love that's a perfect hit.
The forest's their home, where they'd live an' thrive,
Together, forever, in their own special stride.
Amaranth's love for Celeste, would forever be the same,
A love that's strong, pure, an' true, without a single flame.
Their love's a beautiful thing, a treasure tae behold,
A bond between two hearts, that would forever unfold.
An' as they sat by the river, watchin' the sunset's glow,
Amaranth knew he'd love Celeste, forever, an' forever would know.
Their hearts beat as one, in perfect harmony,
A love that's pure, strong, an' free.
An' as the stars came oot, in the night's dark sky,
Amaranth knew he'd love Celeste, till the day he died.
I hope this captures the essence o' yer love story, eh!
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