My Lover

Written by: HOLLY MOORE

My lover comes to me from dusk until dawn
You may see him on his black horse 15 hands high
Loves me very much, just as I do him, something I would never deny
Over, and over I play it my mind, all of the we times share
Very important person he is, in the town he represents
Even more I wish to be his wife, and bear him with many presents.
Reality is the truth, he has another, now I am trying to forget all our times together.

©Holly P. Moore
   October 2012