IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Naturally For M Lady Marci

At midnight still the roses bloom
Their colours pale beneath the moon
Scenting the air with rich perfume
while nightingales sing their sweet tune.
When all good folk are fast asleep
as slowly past the night hours creep.
Hidden by darkness lovers dare
enjoy their latest love affair
They snatch a stolen hour or two
in some well hidden rendezvous
Forbidden love they can’t declare
Makes their life easier to bear
The rose does what comes naturally
so do the lovers actually.


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Comments (3)

This is a lovely and ever so peaceful poem...The words flow so easily for you...And you used my name too. Very, very wonderful and thanks for writing and sharing your words.......marci.xo.
Nice Work Ivor! short and sweet! (A 10) ! Thad
Lovely flow, thanks for sharing!