Mystery of life

Sweet love, oh thy love of mine, shall we dine
under the crystal moon?

Will there be another night like this? Will it come quite soon?

You shall feed me strawberries covered in a delicious
scent.
We may fall asleep together, its where our night is spent.

Over looking the city from a far, upon a luxurious room.
When you smile at me, I often wonder " could he be my groom?"

Wine glasses filled half way up with crimson red.
Our drunken nights end up, late convos on the silky bed.

Gazing deeply for hours at one another, it is passion.
Your lips slowly move up to mine, im frozen, no reaction.

My heart, you've turned up to full speed.
The city doesn't sleep, but tonight you're all I really need.

So we'll make a toast to celebrate a romantic night.
We clink our glass, and I know you are mr. right.