Triplets

what is more beautiful
than the night
and to lie in your arms

because you are beautiful
you have broken
perfection’s heart

here where the air is clear
the moon low and the sun flat
nothing can go wrong

so as to honour your beauty
roses will soon bloom and
hives will be filled with honey

grapes will be gathered
and pressed into wine
to toast your beauty

in the deep dark night
in awe of your beauty
stars may go astray

and poets could lose their minds
as they struggle to contain 
your beauty within their lines

what is more beautiful
than the day when I may
lie in your arms again

John Lyons