Locked Hearts
How do I keep your love, my dear,
That it burns as it does this night?
I would wish it to be an eternal flame,
And to glow as the sweet moonlight.
Oh, my dear, you must rest and believe in love,
Not seduced as in misspent youth,
For I too dreamed in your arms tonight,
That our love will endure as truth.
How do I keep the love I have,
In my heart but for you alone?
For I will ne’er take another love,
Nor be seed where the oats are sown.
My dear, there are those who shall love tonight,
But will boredom set them free?
Stabbed in the back by indifference cold,
And blind to the love we see.
Will I give you a rose each evening, dear,
Shall I strive as we loved this night?
Always tell that my love is true?
Pen my poems till the dawn’s sweet light?
My dear, I believe that your heart’s in mine,
I shall keep it by lock and key,
But hold me just as you did this night,
And you will always belong to me.
Michael (Walsh) 20.08.13
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