Romantic Love Poem

Beside the face of heaven, there I rise
and see the opening of your lustrous eyes.
The birth of two bright stars, each morn, I see.
No man was ever fortunate as me.

The only man an angel ever kissed;
who, every day, may hold the hand of bliss.
“Surely a dream”, I think, “Or some mistake”.
But no, you are still there each time I wake.