You...

 Your sugar-sweet smile

And your sharp, dark eyes

Ornament your statuette

In my heart which lies.

Fragrant is the dark chute

Resting on your back.

Your voice so melifluous

Time loses its track.

Like the breeze before rain

And the smell of damp soil,

You remind me of tranquility

In the midst of turmoil.

When solitude engulfs me

In the crowded life of mine;

When plights lead me astray

It is you for whom I pine

Pulled into deepwaters

By draconian woes.

But you pull me up 

And offer me repose.

Wherever life takes us,

However rough the course,

You will always be mine

I shall always be yours.