The Beauty and the Beast

I thought I'd write a poem in my day of passion. (being in love is often bitter sweet, but sometimes I think it's worth all the money in the world.)

Last night I held a lovely hand,
A hand so small and sweet.
I thought my heart would burst with joy,
So wildly did it beat.
No other hand unto my heart could greater pleasure bring.
Than the dear hand I held last night,
Two aces and a king.