Old Sun greets us with the lark
But prefer my friend in the dark
One who helps on passions days
Whose silvery light knows lovers ways
My cool friend does secrets keep
As on lovers trysts none peep
Our words whispered on nights breeze
Drift away, just us to please
For she alone sees us kiss
Oh Moon t'is day and you I miss
For Sun peeps up in the East
My lips have had such a feast
I've touched my love, she's touched me
Now away, lest others see
Sun is cross he glares at us
But we laugh at all his fuss
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This is so wonderfully charming, Robin. Especially love: "Our words whispered on nights breeze. Drift away, just us to please."💞
ReplyDeletethis is just so .... frolicsome! Enjoy the teasing and playful nature of these words and verses :)
ReplyDeleteI love it! Smiled all the way through.%
ReplyDeleteSun is cross he glares at us
ReplyDeleteBut we laugh at all his fuss
This made me laugh...
A delightful romp, dear sir! The poet reveals all your secrets.
ReplyDeleteI love this, the moon your ally in a tryst!
ReplyDeleteYes, I think the moon knows many more secrets than the sun. Love this, Robin!
ReplyDeleteA fun read. Thanks.
ReplyDelete'passion days' in 'silvery light' glow for ever.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful companion to share the beautiful secret!!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the moon is the friend of lovers!
ReplyDeleteLaughing is usually the best thing to do when someone or something fusses.
ReplyDeleteA delightful read for a hopeless romantic. :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch a romantic, and I know I keep saying it but you keep proving it. This was wonderful!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful love poem, Robin, to be read by moonlight!
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