Zest May Our Love Say
Darling, you are my gift, my treasured gold.
I braved pain once that our joy might reach crest,
So, now for said joy’s passion, answer bold
amour's question born from my heart’s own chest:
As love’s keen ache, will you crave me with zest?
No words trite on this sentiment may lay.
Just love words eloquent may our love say.
Such happy promise dances to please us
As Cupid’s quest quivers are aimed your way:
Will my bliss know your shot of lust, kissed thus?
Constance La France
''Z'' Contest, New Or Old - Poetry Contest
January 15, 2017
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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