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 relaxed 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 at rest
Will wake to the medley of sun-bathed robins,
and with a 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,
the prince prevailing
'Til death do us part.