Lord Awkwardon of #4 Pleasantry Manor

I fell in love..
and it threw off my whole day
I was fully prepared to go on as usual
scrubbing the chimney free of enchanting glyphs and imp footprints
You finally woke up at noon O’ clock
but you usually do - rubbing magic sleep dust from your eyes - the dust that puts you fast asleep - Gesundheit!
you yawn and out comes a beautiful whimper
which surprises the dog, so his ears go ‘Woosh!’
I made your favorite breakfast (While you were still yawning the afternoon away) of toast and conveniently spreadable leprechaun jelly
And freshly squeezed wolf juice grown in the southern valley

…with the stars
that twinkle goodnight as you twinkle your nose
synchronized to the strings of a floating silk harp
“We should dance!” you say with a twinkle in your eye
“Well … I’m not so sure it’s a..”
As you grab my hands and compel me into motion
I’ve never danced before, but clearly you’re familiar with poetry in motion
So we dance like we’re suspended on a bridge made of clouds
You look majestic in that night dress - I must look frightened in my underwear - my face a pale wooden oval
But all my fears are allayed as your thick hair flips back
revealing your chest, so I kiss it goodnight
for tomorrow
is tomorrow
and that’s a good thing.