Sweet Love, Sweet Night

under the cloak of night’s dark cover
tip toed and slithy toed my secreted lover
trying to run without being seen, wearing his worthy night’s disguise
past the all seeing people with their all seeing prying eyes
if to be found in my arms oh how he would die
his life for my love he so willing would sacrifice
their thinking, alike many minds kept tight between a vice
it’s so sad a story to have to hide such sweet love this way
hidden down in a cave or on a boat like a cast away
oh run and run fast, we haven’t any minutes to spare and no seconds to waste
go go my child, quick and quicker, time like people does not know any sympathy against little haste
touch from our lips they will smell just as I did taste
my heart doth beat at a live and steady pace
there are no winners in a love struck race

This poem was written/submitted by Meghan.