A Love Poem
Beloved, turn off the lights, speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own?
Does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne’er more to moan.
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Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes,
reflections holds no secrets from within;
for the souls bidding eyes will ne’er tell lies,
remember, doubt not, your want is my sin.
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Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams;
come lay with me as if I were dying.
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
Listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.
Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
Though daybreak begins, and night retires.
TNWilliams
©
2008
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