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When Harry met Meghan, he held his breath,
would write her a poem, if only he could,
and no one else would he love till his death,
and bowed and smiled, as a gentleman should.
And she, in her sheer, unexpected joy,
would admit to herself: "Such an interesting boy!
Now, what can we do with those years ahead?
Watch each other´s eyes, and share our bed!"


(May 2018, ©  JVT Jensson)
Gosh ! you are something–––something rather sweet !
implanted in my mind for weeks by now,
commanding all my thought, as I allow
your impact on my soul, as for a treat !
reminder, though, of even better plight,
the root of all : how you would me endow
to write in love, as fain I had to bow
to grace itself–––like Venus in the night !

Lone star, be mine, to shine for evermore,
not distant, yet, but present in my life,
from dawn till evening greeted by your light.
Not to forget : each touch, and kiss, and more !
Aware, still, of obstructions, maybe strife,
embrace I do in joy our future bright.



(Oct. 2014, © J.V.T. Jensson)

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