Oh, Timpani, you make my face lighten up.

Remember when you found me on the ground?

You cared for me like I was just a pup,

I just remember thinking I'm a hound;

A heartless, evil monster that just killed,

And why? Just why save me, demonic Bleck?

I even made it sound like I was thrilled.

In all veracity, it was regret.

The Blumiere that has once lived has once

Passed on, and never should have lived again.

But you have shown me that I am a dunce,

Please understand the words that are in pen.

Perhaps this is just an apology.

But please don't take this as an elegy.

Blumiere, I understand you.

Your heart has suffered through a lot.

These are your feelings, good and true.

These words, they are like a forget-me-not;

Memorable and beautiful,

Like the radiant stars

Though your insides twist and pull,

And despite your internal scars,

I will mend the wounds you bare;

I will always keep you safely under my wing;

I will always continue to care;

Because you always make my heart sing

Lord Blumiere, I'll watch over you like a guardian angel from above,

Because, I, your fair Lady Timpani, shall shower you with my love.

Oh my! My love, my light, my everything!

My dearest Timpani, how I missed you.

You're wonderful and pure, with fleeting wings;

So radiant and beautiful; kind too.

My dear, you are an angel, perfect, yes?

It matters not if you are girl or bug.

And even on my darkest days, a mess

That I have made, you help me with a tug.

"Oh Blumiere, please be sad nevermore,"

You say; a glistening tear in your eye,

And my facade just lifts off of my sore,

Demonic face; the meadow, we will lie.

We turn and face each other and we know

What is on our pure minds: "I love you so."

Blumiere, that was very sweet.

I recall the time with Mario,

In a kitchen, clean and neat.

He prepped a gift without a bow.

Divine intervention guided his feet and hands,

And delivered a soup to Princess Toadstool.

Like he was controlled by time's sands,

Or perhaps, he was destiny's little fool,

He gave his gift to her.

She awakened, grinning with glee.

So, I guess and I wonder,

If it weren't for them, what would we be?

I could continue wondering about these things for the rest of my life,

But, in honest truth, I'm just so overjoyed, that I am now your wife.