A love in verse

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2015-04-10
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My young love rests, hopefully sleeps

In the afternoon in Spring – she

Causes the cold bird to sing, she

Is the reason pear tree keeps

Its blossoms still, and she ensures

Hope within my heart endures

This April chill will weaken soon

And: enter summer, confident!

Grey leftover winter’s spent, 

And swinging on the sun and moon

The joy of June, the might of May

Will entertain each summer day


And our love’s microclimate will

Make sure our weather’s never chill. 

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No Affront

There’s a word which to be blunt

Means love to me – but others hunt

A chaster word to bear the brunt...

Silver

The breeze favoured me on Turnham Green 

Urging me Brentford-ward long before

The bus arrived. Air had a silver sheen...