The sapphire eyed prince:

I wanted to be with her,
not just around her.
I want to lie with her,
Gently tracing the thoughts from my head into hers.
I wanted to follow where her limbs went,
With my lips, like a map or the north star leading me
To her most alluring valleys and mountains.
I would fraternize her collarbone and back to mine,
Allowing a skin bridge, a focal point,
to show how inherently she was.

I wanted to worship her,
All my life,
Worship her sensuous lips,
Those voluminous locks as i free'd them from their clips
Those wicked eyes as they widened with pleasure and wonder every time
I wanted to worship her,
All my life,
Not just when she was young and ravenous
But when wrinkles took over those starry freckles
When those wild locks tamed to a snowy white river,
I would still worship her.

She was the one.
The one who he wanted to have his children, should she wish,
The one whom he'd wake up to everyday 
Whom he showered with slow  brushing kisses

She was the one,
Whom he'd call his wife,
Whom he'd call his,
She was the one.

"Tonight" he murmured to the engraved doe on the intricate swirls of the emerald ring,
Tonight,he'd lay his mother's ring atop the finger of his beautiful maiden,
Tonight, he'd ask her to take his name, his estate,him.

"Tonight", he murmured softly,as he clutched the magnificent emerald ring.
"Tonight"