Love After Midnight
LOVE AFTER MIDNIGHT
Tis thine own heart,
to where my love must fly,
and be a part
of ev'rything that I
pray takes your breath,
and makes our souls to sigh,
then, feining death,
there in this love we lie.
©Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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