Lover, Lover Poem by Alexander Foald

Lover, go back to your bed
Stop talking and sleep well
Let dreams come into your head
And put your heart under the spell

The spell to calm its rushing manner
Like a dog welcoming its master
Lover, you should stop thinking of her
And let the night tend your wounds with care

Caress with enough care
Or you’ll get nothing but a glare
In your eyes, I can sense your fever
Wanting to meet your half-lover

Lover, go back to your church
See what she’s done to your hard search
After so many years and weeks to prepare
She only left you tears and faith to spare