I heard you almost voice the phrase a lover likes to hear
when gazing in the darkness at my face,
you said you start to love me, and my ardor upped a gear
and held you close and heated my embrace.

Hello to heart unsullied by four dozen years of life,
and welcome to arrival landed well.
If we’re not careful I’ll recruit a husband, you a wife –
the fallers must be vigilant or fell.
So hail to eyes of bluish gray that freely alternate
their loving beams with messages of glee.
You’ll never be my answer any more than you’re my fate,
but you’re the one I want, for now, for me.