He Can Have It, Too

So, our tireless breath’s intertwined, for years; Skin touching skin; a soul to soul; kept enjoyin’ The still silence of each night, a dark and wary; Yet, before the first cockcrow could even come, Again, the tears of loneliness wetted the pillows. Oh dear, I must leave you; wish I not to be seen By the rising sun, it’s not because I don’t like it; You do know how I love, that our naked bodies, Be spotted, by that great morning orb; but, it is Simply the goddess has not released me, not yet. At last today, I wrote us in the holy book of love When we meet the first cockcrow being together; And, that smiling orb has sighted us, too, naked; The goddess, perhaps, felt that I wasn’t, a guilty; That she’s turned your sufferings into joy. Alas! Now, I don’t have to leave you; no more crying, Nor pain, as we wait dawn, to welcome our first; Happily I say to you, you sure have my surname; Our child, he can have it, too; without any doubt In mind, I am finally doing the right thing, for us.