Midsummer Day

Poem By Andrew Hussey

Luminescent eyes peer eerily from above,
Oh, if this world-wearied flesh could speak
What tales you would hear.
From the blissful ecstasy of a midsummer day
Under trees in groves with their sorrowful sway,
To the pain of a heartbreak
And your heart turned to clay.
Please my love; see the pain in my eyes
As you feel my kiss and I cry my goodbyes,
Feel my touch as it brushes your skin
And my soft sighs of rapture
As you enfold me within.

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