Our love.


Through the garden gate,
(Be sure not to arrive late)
We shall meet,
Under the cover of darkness we shall greet.
For our love
Is a love
Much like that of a dove.
Pure and simply discrete.

Though roughly we start,
And sadly we part,
And eagerly I wish never to depart.
Fore in your loving arms
I am held at the start.
Our beautiful new start.

I wish
And I wish
And I hope
With this kiss
That when I return
The candles haven’t burned
And from what we have learned
That my wish
Oh my wish
Has come true.
For you oh you
To be my one and only true.

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It’s a poem I wrote a while back about two lovers, one of which feels that their relationship has fallen apart and is hoping that the other can meet them so they can reignite their lost flame.