A Sweetheart Romance
Hearken to my call, Sweetheart,
beneath the stellar windowpane -
the garden of the fairy child’s refrain.
A white foam sea of lattices part
the way, leading to the gloam
of sylvan green - grass blushing
against our tender toes, that roam,
with happily ever laughter, crushing
burgeoning hearts, that burn for me
or him, or just our love that lasts forever.
The censor’s forgotten too pure flesh -
two that kid and splash, refresh.
And after cool has touched the dawn,
softly reflected diamond-light and song,
your brunette’s hair on your strong shoulder
your doe serenaded in sunswept throng.
12/27/2019
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