Tis Love Poem by Melvina Germain

Tis Love

He glows the presence of a King
in sunny climes and sparkling skies.
From above the cymbals quietly ring
and joy comes to passers by.

Beauty rests within earths bosom
whilst creatures scurry day and night.
And he finds a place to clap the rhythm
for his signs of love must be just right.

Night shade has fallen less the day
he stole the fantasy of a kiss.
A sleepless night cast on the hay,
no lovers waltz felt like this.

Old lovers he thwarted, come thee not,
I’ll harvest not a trifle of pain.
No feelings shall I bear thee fraught,
in the aftermath of lovers disdain.