The stars away from our vision did trot;
the night still with its dull, stagnant darkness.
The chill drove us to long for our warm cot,
but our hearts lay where the sky was starless.
Only seen was but our lover beside
gazing upon the other's comely face.
Our still bodies gravitate and collide
at the lips as we tenderly embrace.
The sky seemingly burst with light, the dark
recedes; moving shades shift the sky of coal.
Your sweet love makes a pleasing, lasting mark
on my heart, on my conscience, on my soul.
We part and we smile, the night darkening,
and remember that kiss, the beginning.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
