First wedded night -
you spilled cocktail sauce on the white carpet
and eggshell walls of our new house:
an omen for stained beginnings?
The next morning
we drove five hours to the Outer Banks
where everything is old and new and quaint
and lighthouses still reign supreme.
We climbed the spiral stairs at Cape Hatteras -
all 269 of them -
holding hands and giggling at our heaves.
You stopped when I needed to pause
and offered to carry me the rest of the way,
I preferred to climb by myself,
but once we got to the top and I spied
the frigid Atlantic swallowing the horizon,
the sun glinting off the cold, choppy waves,
and the smile in your eyes meant only for me,
I met your wind-chapped lips in a private moment
that left me breathless at 198 feet.
Suddenly I knew you and I were meant to be -
the brutal October wind cheered on,
the waves seemed more vigorous than before,
the ancient sands of barrier islands agreed.
Four years later,
the honeymoon still hasn't ended,
every day is a new adventure,
I still wake up to your tentative kiss and think:
if this is a dream, let me sleep forever.
We did have a great honeymoon though. I'm a lucky lady to have such a wonderful husband.
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
The honeymoon and love expressed is beautiful, honest, fresh and delightful because it is true and real for you and John 
Hey, why was I the one who'd always clean up the mess?
Nicely done
