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One
written by Her Majesty for Prince Robert

A solitary rose in crystal vase
Looks down upon our simple, single bed;
The covers cannot hide your solemn grace,
Nor hide the dewy sweat upon your head.
The candle's lazy flicker salves your skin
With molten shades of amber glowing gold,
While I caress the roughness of your chin
With hands that shake and cannot be controlled.
Although this rite is older still than time,
Our bodies still have newness to each other,
And we, the humble servants at that shrine
Avow, again, that we'll not take another.
Within our bed ourselves are gently twined;
We two are one in body, one in mind.