We stand as one in beauty
at the ending of the day.
In warm and tender loving
spend the night.
But I greet the dawn with sadness
and an aching in my heart
for when breakfast’s done. my darling,
we must part.
23rd March 2017
Was going to be a poem for my wife but it went wrong in the second verse, and i couldn't give her this. Back to the writing desk.