Another Royal Billet Doux(Meghan To Harry) Poem by ENOCH JOHN

End of November 2017.Allow me my darling to express my undying love again,
For there seems to be something like a burning fire in my heart,
For it appears that destiny has conspired to bring us together,
And Cupid has been busy shooting his arrows.
I might have to shed my American ''Suits''for British ones,
Work on my accent and deportment, learn to like English tea, tolerate the weather.
Matters little whether I'm princess or duchess once I'm with you,
For love can remove any impediments, like bleach to dirt,
So, I'll love my prince, do my duty and enjoy it too.

December 2017
Christmas is fast approaching like a speeding London train,
So will we be meeting under the mistletoe in this festive season?
What special gift can I get you, well apart from my undying love?
What about a splendid white stallion or a yacht to roam the seas together?
So I pledge to write in this love diary every month till I walk down the aisle.
I think I can hear that special celestial music,
Wafted down from above, a cherub conducting a wand of stars;
Let us then walk as lovers do under the umbrella of a starry London sky or even on the white cliffs of Dover.

January 2018.It has been said that love is not a parody its keen face a caricature it's unapt to become,
I bequeath to you my love as the new year blossoms like a flower of spring,
And as if Giotto or Cimabue had painted a London sky ochre mixed with splashes of vermilion and majenta light,
The cynosure for my eyes, the five rivers converging like the fingers of your hand near the medieval cathedral with the towering spire at Salisbury,
And the mystical and magical Stonehenge,
While up north we can explore and experience the grandeur of the mountains and lochs of Scotland.

February
Were I to stand on life's stage and recite for you, my prince, love's soliloquy,
Oh! how I do yearn for the beautiful flowers of spring,
When the renaissance of life causes them to sprout forth in the genesis of hope,
And the melancholia of wintry's cold will genuflect to verdant spring,
So dearest Adonis my debonair prince, love's aprodisiac
has put a melody in my heart and a new cadence to my step,
So that I can leap in rejuvenated glee;
Above the mundane and the 'bainonim' of life our love has soared,
And it can laugh at tempests or scoff at the flood.
Two dozen resplendent honey kisses I give to you,
Sweet as the Dew of the Dawn when sun's timorous rays awaken Aurora,
And will shine among the green grass that in spring will stalk the side of the hill.

March
If ever love was forged, then it was fashioned in my heart,
If love as a jewel was lost, then in my heart it was found,
For if I could sing a seraph's song,
Or possessed a melody like a nightingale,
Or, like Picasso and da Vinci, I could paint a masterpiece,
Or, like Shakespeare pen a beautiful love sonnet,
Then would I be able to describe adequately my feelings for you,
For sempiturnal love in my heart is enthroned!

April
Would you my darling prince bring me a bouquet of pink flowers to cheer me up when I am down?
Would you walk with me on the esplanade of hope and whisper endearments in my ear?
My penultimate stanza is filled with the chords of love's goodness,
Which can be so difficult to explain,
But then, who can really explain what love is?
For have not the Romantic poets written many a sonnet extolling the virtues of love?
Love is much, much older than the days of daguerreotypes and black and white pictures,
perhaps almost as old as time itself.
But my love holds fast and not a tincture of doubt assails my sturdy heart!

May
In a modern Eden of England, America and England in nuptials of sort.Dominus vobiscum!
sky and earth coming together in matrimonial zeal that can be almost mythical, as sea nymphs in London's Harbour in quiet May,
Begin a choreography in song and dance of merriment,
And today, a rainbow is painted across panorama of sky,
And the birds and twitter undoubtedly will come alive tweetingly.
Dearest prince, my ''beau gosse'', I am praying for good weather,
on Saturday, on this momentous occasion which we have waited upon,
For through a pellucid veil of time I can feel and see such euphoria, for euphoria is a word that has now taken on wings.
As I walk down the aisles of the chapel at Windsor with my hair beautifully coiffed, in my heart I solemnly pledge:
I loved you then and now, and will love you yet even till time is no more!