romantic poetry

soft as the bed in the earth
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
though i am little as all little things
and how could you dream of meeting
i have heard that a certain princess
these be
i had over-prepared the event
leave the lovely words unsaid
for these white arms about my neck
a life on the ocean wave
in halls of sleep you wandered by
in the cloud-gray mornings
just as my fingers on these keys