Midnight Romance
My bird cage remains as dark as charcoal
Until I hear twelve counts on the clock bell
I then rouse, to let my hearty whims roll
There, on the roof, enlaced in love's spell!
Why, at midnight, romance and I dive down
To where oceans refuse to wade, out of
Deep fear, and we rise to where skies do frown
Crossed, unable to conquer it above!
Stars watch us and smile down enviously
The moon, so crimson, closes both its eyes
While we demonstrate of the purity
Of our love without resorting to lies!
When the dawn soaks us with its morning glare
We feign to yearn not for the midnight flare!
For Contest Midnight Romance
Written on 7th October 2017
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