The light of dawn has newly touched the sky
And by my side your breath is soft in dream;
But I am not alone with morning's gleam
For 'ladriel lies here with open eyes.
I rub her throat to earn her morning purr--
A ritual we always share before
The day begins. With such in mind once more
I'll kiss your hair and stroke her silken fur.
Aubades are made for singing to the light
Now streaked across the blue expanse above
Galadriel's a creature of the night
And you, my dear, must play the part of love.
What man could ever hope to be more rich
Than he whose coins are alloyed such as this?
Christopher J. Cramer
February 14, 1984