Young Love (For John Loving - Haunted Poets)

Under silver moonlight down a lane of Bradford Pear Two lovers strolled their hands entwined in gentle love. Love that tells of innocent hearts and lasting care Luminescent the harvest moon omniscient above. White confetti drifting down on sighing breeze, Who is that watching from the darkest trees? Burning eyes that speak betrayal of loyal trust Wicked knife glinting for revengeful thrust. Gentle lovers lost in moonlight embrace Drinking deeply of love's honey wine. Standing on a white carpet of fragile lace Hearts and minds that gently entwine. Red confetti swirling on the sighing breeze Who is gloating from the darkest trees? Sweet revenge that burns from staring eye Luminescent the harvest moon in pallid sky. When walking down a lane of Bradford Pear You might see two lovers stroll in misty haze, Beware of who lurks in the shadows there The heart with hate and revenge ablaze. *** So Mr. Loving the deed was done so very long ago Forever repeated under the light of harvest moon. Go back to sleep for truth will surface in the glow Of young love that blossomed and ended too soon. So Matthew Anish please take it from here.