Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Verse

A Quatret To My Wife

A Quatret To My Wife

When hell has frozen over,
And Hades’s dogs sleep quiet,
Love’s plant the blessed clover,
Will bloom a mossy riot

Love’s urgent thrust’s a miser,
Brings lovers’ secret moan,
But woman’s touch, a riser,
Tis butter on a scone

And with this love I worship,
The path on which we walk,
Our voyage is such a fair ship,
Does vex all others’ talk



Written for contest 16/7/15

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Julia Ward July 19, 2015 at 3:45 AM Well-expressed and a grand tribute... Julia, :)

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser July 17, 2015 at 6:22 AM Peter, love how this is delivered concise but thebmessage bites anf tickles!excellent!~Olive Eloisa