Your beautiful, wonderful, mischievous face
With those come-to-bed eyes, yet an innocent grace
That enchants me, ensnares me, enkindles my love
Until helpless I cry out to Hymen above
Birdsong through the silence, daylight on the ceiling
As dawn breaks and enters, steals in with a sweep
I stir and awake to the sound of your breathing
And wait for sun’s fingers to shake you from sleep.