When Harry met Meghan, he held his breath,
would write her a poem, if only he could,
and no one else would he love till his death,
and bowed and smiled, as a gentleman should.
And she, in her sheer, unexpected joy,
would admit to herself: "Such an interesting boy!
Now, what can we do with those years ahead?
Watch each other´s eyes, and share our bed!"


(May 2018, ©  JVT Jensson)