When newly Wedded

As I began to start my day,

I gazed on a fantastic sight.

Moving as ever a sunrise

or even stars displayed at night.

My chosen, my sweet, my husband,

was sleeping still, lying enwrapped.

His face was gentle and placid,

his shoulders bare, arms overlapped.

A well of loving emotion

was struck in me as I paused then.

So quietly, I continued,

moving on without waking him.