For You My Love Through Hell I'D Gladly March
For You My Love Through Hell I'd Gladly March
When mother earth into blue sky enfolds
And the oceans dance to a lively tune
The tiny, tiny mouse grows ever bold
Lion growls angrily at the weeping moon
Life spins its mysteries and Hope returns
Nights tender touch gives a sweet splash, fresh kiss
Midnight clock awaits love's fantastic burn
Such romance this begging heart does not miss.
When mother earth eats a ravishing sky
And you my love, will find me here waiting
Heart wanting your luscious lips is the why
In your rose garden we began dating.
First kissed you beneath your garden's arch.
For you my sweet love through Hell I would march!
Robert J. Lindley.
Sonnet
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