The Darling Knock
What kisses shall she send me tonight?
how sweet, and swift her love....
with waltz's late with wanton moods,
Though I might not be there,
I feel her every move,
oft late in afternoon....
When some lovely in day
reminds of my little Goddess;
then pangs of longing, so empty
to not feel her breath upon my soul,
so far, to hold....
And lavish her with a servant's zeal ----
what wasted time without her....
and worry a world of danger,
To protect her from some blaspheme
against her beauty;
Yet upon the rising moon
(I shall hear that knock)
most glorious a sound as I have heard!
she in my doorway, swift with love....
eyes of afternoon and midnight perfumes....
she of bright stars and rainbow hues
(and more lovely than the dawn)
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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