My Lover
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
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