Love In June
She thinks he hung the moon.
A princess with her shining knight
In love, she fell, with him so soon.
As he proclaimed her beautiful, she swoons.
He stands in black; she walks in white
She thinks he hung the moon.
Pinot grigio in crystal poured by noon;
He reads to her in the yellow sunlight –
In love, she fell, with him so soon.
By night, he has her wrapped in a cocoon
Fire ablaze, she clenches his arms so tight
She thinks he hung the moon.
By morning, it’s their honeymoon
He kisses her hard with all his might
In love, she fell, with him so soon.
And then, by the end of June,
Inside her something stirs, a delight
She knows he hung the moon,
In love, she fell, strongly with him so soon.
Copyright © Renie Simone | Year Posted 2017
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