Turtle Doves

My kingdom for a poet

My castle for a verse

My fingers for a sonnet

My love to nurse

 

All my loves

Like turtle doves

Cooing in a branch

Time is short

 

The answer is not here

It lies on the crest of a wave

 

I await all the hugs and kisses

That your life endures

I await the grouchy feelings

That life matures

 

And when I awaken

I look into the future

And see my reflection

In your eyes

◄ Ten Green Bottles

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