'A little while a little love' seems to be not a great measure, defining neither love nor duration as exquisite pleasure, it seems a love lasting but the flight of a feather, aloft momentarily upon the whims of a breeze then lost forever?
I am William E. Night. I read your poem and I enjoyed it. I found the rhyme good and the romance good. However I found the line, be our lips dumb to stand out in the poem as not fitting it in the poem. Somehow it does not seem romantic to me. My standing out it takes away from the romance. It breaks the imagery.
Again I stand in awe, of the very muse and inspiration of my own poetic heart.
I thank you from the bottom of my whole being for giving me this gift. A hundred and 24 years have past and your magic still lives on.
Nickie x x