by | Jun 17, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

I’m not often tempted
To write about love
Or walking together
With stars up above

How moonlight becomes you
Or how honey drips
From the beautiful bows
Of your ruby-red lips

I’m not un-romantic
Not frigid or shy
I still have my moments
(Though most pass me by)

I just don’t feel easy
And sometimes absurd
With throw-away lines
And odd easy word

But there’s something I know
That I just need to say
“My love will be yours
‘Till my last dying day”


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