Please Make This Last
Please make this last forever, Dear,
and bid the moon not disappear.
For when it does, then like a brash,
will come the light of day to dash
this night as soft as warm cashmere.
You say sweet words and are sincere,
but love can die and leave a gash,
and passion’s sure to turn to ash. . .
Please make this last.
I touch your face. . . you are so near
that as I whisper in your ear,
I see upon your cheek a lash.
Now make a wish, and in a flash
I’ll have it off! Dear, ease my fear -
Please make this last!
Feb. 14, 2014. Now for Janice Canerdy's "Give Me a Rondeau" Contest
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