I dared dream to hold you,
to speak love to your perfect cherubim lips.
I desired to envelope you,
in our cover of night,
where love could blossom in dusk intimacy.
Where none could speak the names of treason we bore with shame.
and oh how I loved you,
for our three days,
and true love perished,
should our families feel the same.
At first glance,
a young boy,
staring through a glass window,
frosty gloved hands on the pane,
and accident waiting to happen.
So I followed,
down the rabbit hole,
to a winter wonderland,
full of new dangers,
and first romance.
I loved you still,
where love is innocent.
We were children,
yet none loved as strong,
and I was your kingdom,
where you clasped, fair, radiant,
none could tarnish the silver of your smile.
Heaven's jealousy, could not but overcome it's envious joy,
taking you away,
in a small ship,
where I could not see you,
but we loved,
and that in itself was even more than the truest romance,
and now you leave your kingdom to me,
where I know one day,
I will look above,
beyond our kingdom by the sea,
and to see the face, of angelic grace,
in her kingdom, with the King.
but love still.
As it looks beside,
reaching for companionship.
The familiar hand held through older years,
of lovers past, of stormy seas,
nostalgic, and sweet, not like the lovers of tragedies
or the famous literature that graces beloved's eyes, eloquent baubles of wisdom pouring from still perfect lips,
but the sweetness, of first love, first romance, first endurance.
From the first moment I saw you,
an accident that did happen,
and a girl that was ready to fall.
and it did not pain me.
It was as soft as the snow of your skin.
A little boy in the window,
with the namesake curls of a choir boy,
and a smile that says sincerity.
That turned into a romance,
where none could love as pure as we,
not in a kingdom by the sea,
but still the love of children.
One that bears no tragedy,
or ends the wars of nations,
but a love that is sweet,
and all I ask, if I may have thee.
Is a single promise,
Will you marry me?