Inspired by a couple on the train last Friday. She was looking at him like he had set the stars in the heavens, and I hope that love lasts for the rest of their lives.

My mistress’s eyes are like the Moon,

The tranquil seas of her lips Soaring against the raging oceans of mine.

Would that she never slay the dragons of love –

Here they be, bright and blue like the immortal soul of the world.

Would that I always find her waiting, one step behind,

Smiling like the strawberry moon blushing blood-red at June’s door.

Would that my mistress’s soul shine like the moon forevermore –

Soaring, soaring; and never setting.