Fairy lights surround us like fireflies.

From where I stand,

they outline you in pinpricks of gold

stitched deftly into the black satin of the night,

splendid yet almost insubstantial,

the finest of settings for the delicate jewel

that's all I have eyes for:

you, wrapped soft in the red of your dress,

a star in a firmament of glory,

richer and stronger and softer than gold.

Even with my arm around your waist

I feel like an intruder,

as if I've taken the most precious of prizes

from the jewel box of the night...

but still the longer I'm with you

the harder I find it to give you back,

and to hold you in my arms once more

I'd ransack every treasure house on earth;

yes, I'd storm the high citadels of heaven itself

to have you always, always, always by my side.

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