Love's Gentle Plea
Love's Gentle Plea
The crackling of the flames and popping wood,
Anoint my face, aglow, with cheeks of rose.
I wander through the mists of mem'ries: Could
A love so true be brought out of repose...
Oh! Gently... knocks the wine of love that stood
So stalwart...languishing in passion's throes.
This pang of Cupid's arrow within me
Bids sweet and tender kisses...set me free.
1.7.2017©deborah burch
Form: Ottava Riva
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