Now, as I gaze upon bright stars, remote
and marvel at their majesty, delight
returns to you again for there I dote
upon another incandescent light.
You are my luminescent, brightest orb;
your glow astounds the dark. A burning sight,
your spark a universe I would explore
before the sun should scatter all our night.
Our lamp holds oil enough for this short life
my darling wife, whose love retrieves me from
a dark and lonely song; sad herald’s strife;
lackluster, ’til we’re in our final home.
As you sleep, a thousand stars may hover;
your light more splendid than our starlit cover.
Prompt: use the word, ‘star’ and the Rosetti painting of ‘The Bride”.