Tis I He Truly Loves Poem by Amber Jones

Beneath the light of the moon,
I await the return of my prince.
Find him I must, and very soon,
For my patience has long gone since.
The ghosts of past are upon me,
The light in my eyes agleam,
And yet, there he is!
My prince has long been
So far away; so far indeed.
But, rejoice! He has come!
It is him that I want, I need.
For our rhythm of love - so soft a hum!
And were off! Free as doves,
Because ’tis I he truly loves.