Picture by Alan Ayers

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The clock struck from the ivory tower
Beneath the moon at midnight hour
My lover's kiss I seek so fine
His touch upon my skin divine

From here above the balcony
I search below and there is thee
With words of verse you speak of love
My heart uplifted to the heavens above

Just one kiss from my handsome one
Before this night is over and done
The stars that light the galaxy
Could not compare to the light of thee

As the bells toll and signal your leave
I'll wear your heart upon my sleeve
Until the morrow you'll return
'til then my love for you I'll yearn

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"Ever has it been that love
knows not its own depth
until the hour of separation"