Poetry

Saturday, 13 October 2018

Love poem

You know I'm sad to say it, and it is probably true
There are no two ways of it
I fell in love with you

They know it in the fields, as they go about their work
Even making hay with it, its like the shadow of a hawk

The cat and mouse play of it, sad but its true
There's a brick wall made of it
I fell off it into you

Some may rant and rave of it
Some may stand and queue
But I can't afford to wait for it
So I fell in love with you

The turkey's run away with it
The roosters always crew
So I thought I'd make a day of it
When I fell in love with you

I'm standing in the green grass
But above the sky is blue
And the sun is golden as a gas
Lamp burning love for you

I've run the clock, and turned the stile
Stuck between a rock and a hard place for a while
I've seen a face longing for a smile
Then in an act of grace, I was lifted from the pile

There are not too many times
I can say I knew
But when you feel it in your veins
You know it must be true
Call at my door, listen for the chime
It rings one time or maybe two
Then you answer and guessing game is through

The opportunity is taken
The bird's wing is broken
But once it flew
I will keep it not as a token
Just as a promise left unspoken
Or some secret I know is true
When I fell in love with you


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