A Lover's Plea Poem by Billy Juergens

And then said She 'I now must go',
But sayeth I, 'I love you so! '
So fall do I, to sobbing knee,
To give my last, most desperate plea:
To kiss and run till twilight glow,
With fervent gazes in the snow;
To sit by lake and weathered tree,
And count the stars by one, by three;
To float upon a gentle lake,
Enjoying all the moonlight wake;
To spend our lives so happy wed,
Until we grow old, sick and dead.