Two Minutes To Midnight

Two minutes left, then midnight's here. You know my dad has made it clear, tho we're engaged, for sure, my dear, to curfew rules, we must adhere. Just hold me tight, and do not fear- your time to leave is almost near. Don't let two minutes interfere with our sweet kisses, so sincere. Love words I whisper in your ear; you kiss my lips- my souvenir. One minute left, let's persevere before we part- you disappear. Kiss me again- let's get in gear, fill up this minute in our sphere of lasting love that soon will steer us to that day- our new frontier. Soon, we'll be wed with joy and cheer; now, our time's up, without a tear, must say goodnight, but still cohere in thoughts, until you reappear. Two minutes gone, midnight's austere; those curfew rules stab like a spear. When we are wed, with joy next year, midnights till dawns- we'll pioneer. February 5, 2018 ~1st Place~ Contest: ''K'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France Judged: 09/14/2021 Theme Chosen: Kiss ---------------------------------------------------------- Note: The old days of the mid to late 1950s were very different. I was engaged at 18, and my parents still insisted that I was home by midnight!