. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Star-crossed lovers

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Star-crossed lovers

 (A lone voice whispers)


Owner of my thoughts 

A woman who can be never bought 


Beauty who sleeps in a white room 


Deep in my soul 

With a love that never grows old


Owner of soft hands to ravish to banish the winter's cold


A love song 

Incarnated in flesh 

With dark looks to haunt you


Until you are old


Oh how I love you so

And carry your picture 

In my top pocket


Everywhere 

I go


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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