The Clock Strikes Twelve

The clock strikes twelve and it is time for her to go now, I hold her for another hour; she tells me she really has to be going, then I say, "My love, don't leave me." I am afraid of the dark and I need your love I need you; both you and I need each other. "I really must be going," she says. I hear it in her voice, she doesn't want to go either, as a blooming rose says to wintertime, I hold her hand and I kiss her soft lips. She is tense, but she loves, and she loves good. My dear, one more hour that is all I ask; do that for me, if you truly love me. (Times ticks and tocks, as the old grandfather clock gongs- -My love another hour please, leave with me, go with me, to the garden of beauty and love with me- Come now my love, another hour we spend together, I cannot help myself, but hold you closer and closer to my heart, one more hour, let me crawl in your heart and warm your soul, and watch a movie in your mind, a sweet romantic movie- no popcorn or soda- for I wouldn't want to dirty your mind, and we shall go together, and love together simultaneously, to the ticking of the old grandfather clock. Only an hour more my dear- my love an hour more is all I need. .2.16.2014.