Hours past midnight, the tranquility is prince
I can almost hear a rasp whisper, the moon to the Sun,
"Breakfast is nigh, dear friend. . ."
Gazing beyond the circular window, on this bed
as if resting on a glistening stretch of sand,
Stars in my eyes,
I recall her Beauty, her Strength
her Love, her All.
At rise, my joie de vivre
will wake to the medley of sun-bathed robins,
and with familiar tenderness upon my face
An eternal vow,
Propose in mellifluous whisper -
"Let's have breakfast together, sweetheart."
Sealed by a kiss.

I smile as my hand takes hers.

I lay enamoured,
As a prince prevailing
'Til death do us part.