His Angel of the Morning

I saw in your beauty, spreading like night,
I dreamt of our meeting, in the day's setting light.
Remember that moment, when you left the plane,
Desire loves glance, bearing no shame.
Tender moments approaching, seen in your eyes,
A comet in glory, through clear starry skies;

Smiling you walked, gracefully towards me,
Heavenly soft “hello”, our tryst came to be.
Together at last, the moon and the stars,
The first passionate kiss, behind the cars.
“The little death” shows, on your face,
Hurried we leave, not the time or the place.

Night's gentle breeze, day's fury spent.
First seconds alone, calm and eloquent,
Warmth of our embrace, desire simmering,
Slowly it beguiles, like night's dew shimmering.
Surrendering to lust, our will released,
Exploding like sunlight rising to the east.

Enthralled in the sharing, we lover's respite.
Love captured and past, along with the night.
Our future is carved, in this we rejoice.
Listen to the sound of your lover's voice,
Loud and serene, like the morning dove
“Marry me, live with me, and be my love”.