Love In the Afternoon
Love in the afternoon
She was a young heart in dawn of bloom
He was an old heart in brink of doom
But she adored him like the golden moon
His presence sparked her flame
He's like a sun in its gleaming beam
For, he was her ultimate dream
And she was caught in a serious game
He was her first love
Though she was not his first
But he was the quench of her thirst
Like her rain of bliss from up above
And her true love saved his life
Like an armor against a piercing blade
It was for him that she was made
And he was thankful she was his wife
April 5, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1206 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
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