Spring Luna
Neath midnight blue, the crescent moon hangs low
Complicit confidante, she knows my heart
This lovers’ bench we shared so long ago
Her and us, taking oath we’d never part
Still spring perfumes of rose garden linger
While hovers aura of lavish thickness
He slipped a diamond ring on my finger
All the while watching, she was a witness
Luna, you saw my heart in two he broke
You’re the one friend I trust implicitly
How does sublime love just go up in smoke
And newfound wings take flight exquisitely
Thwarted, shattered, most fervently I plea
I couldn’t bear should you too abandon me
Read on air by invitation ~ May 22, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 16, 2018 for contest NEW SONNETS ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 4TH
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