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MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART
Once i was young, and the moon,
Round and complete, lured my sigh
Many a night in a darkening swoon
There she was, round and ever so high.
Fantasy soared, jump, touch that moon
Bright-cold or pale-gold-hot
Growing takes eons and eons, none too soon
Her texture to know; maybe, maybe not.
There was no need of space ships then
Nursery rhymes could achieve so much
Her pages opened, and that was when
The words flew it passengers as such
Once too, our love was young
The two of us holding hands, looking
We basked in our favourite song
And there was the moon, full round watching.
Some such innocence tugs at the heart
Maybe a poem to write then, sweetheart.
MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART © gillena cox 2019
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Longing
Prompted by Sumana
REVISIT
27 November 2018
27 November 2016
27 November 2015
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Regina Belle - This Is Love
