I pictured deep brown eyes as mine close,
A daring action given my place. 
Yet these four weeks do new-found bliss pose
To make a most strong, compelling case. 
Words have soon proven what we both share,
It's difficult to see how much years
Have delayed this altering affair,
That our chance has stemmed from both our tears. 
The sole thought of your joy by my word 
is enough to render equal cheer. 
To know each line is eagerly heard
Only excites me for when you're near.
 Yet I must confess something of note...
Still-wet lines of anticipation 
Prompted by feelings that will no doubt coat
have now preceded my own action. 
Your first rhymes were justified today,
Upon your sight muscles became tense
But quickly eased to peace by your way,
A hope firmly rooted by our sense. 
The hours have mocked us most unfair,
Yet stars aligned are still stars aligned. 
My soul wishes for no harm nor tear,
It's just dwelling in this joyous find.