Poetry

You stayed right through the night,
you were sweet beautiful and fair
and up to the next morning light
you were with without a single care.
 
With the first light you had to go away
while I heard your heart beating from under your breast
but you lingered on that day
and with your love I were truly blest.
 
I asked you to be my bride,
as in loving we could not be celibate
and you accepted with pride
to be much more than my bedmate.
 
Now every morning it’s you beautiful eyes that I see
and as long as I live
you will probably accompany me
as my lovely beautiful wife.