When Ash first woke,

The words that he spoke,

Were directed towards the love of his life,

The one he hope might one day be his wife,

He wished he could tell her how he felt,

Even though his morning breath surely smelt,

But once again he could not,

For in her beauty he was caught,

The only thing he could say,

Was to wish her a good morning on this day

If only he knew,

That she loved him too.

She wished she could give him the news,

That her love for him was surely true,

But she feared a broken heart,

From the one with which she could not part.