You were beatific tonight

wearing a silken smile

richly decorated with happiness

radiating success and confidence.

and I couldn’t believe the incompetence

of the judgy snoots who missed

the radiant perfection.

Unfortunately my affection

should and would stay in shadows

not that it matters when you look delightfully sappy;

a tremor travels down your form

and catches mine.

Darling, don’t you worry –

all I ever ask from you is to be happy,

and then I will, also, be fine.