Love At Twenty Three Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Love At Twenty Three



Cool is the evening

And pale is the moon.

It's real, I'm not dreaming

Gone has winter, it's June!

Two arms gently hold me

Am I too blind to see?

This is first love and last love

Forever to be...

And it's happening to me.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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