Ah, that night,

Only days into our gifted years together,

in the warm glow of a sparkling summer’s eve,

Was it then, on the firm foundations of a declared love

Building began, with kisses and so much more?

As we walked that heaven blessed cliff

Each seeking and murmuring words to further express,

The deep endearments we shared.

Our fingers entwined in their own intricate tango,

To the music and rhythms that filled our hearts

The delicate lamp-lit arc of the bay,

Was a low-lying yellow rainbow,

While, across a moon-spangled sea,

That dominating lighthouse, white as a huge chalk-stick

All aglow, and erect,

As her fingers played a wilder dance with mine,

Demanding that I look into those adored dark eyes,

Where the moon had taken sudden residence,

And had bestowed a new sensuality

That, back in our room,

Manifested itself with so much passion

That I knew for certain,

We had stolen the moon that night,

A night that would repeat and repeat

Through all the joys and roughs of the years ahead

To build that jeweled monument to our lives together.

Which still stands supreme and, almost, complete.