Please Come To Me (A Lovers Tryst) Poem by Trace Skye

Please Come To Me (A Lovers Tryst)



To thine tryst doth I tarry.
Perfectly poised, yet still.
Please come to me, my love. Please come.
As I would to thee with will.
I sit awhile and wait for you.
I long to see your face.
Please come to me, my love. Please come.
As I would to thee with grace.
Your voice, it lingers on the wind.
Your touch a breath away.
Please come to me, my love. Please come.
As I would to thee today.

Sunday, May 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: lovers
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a revised version of an original poem I wrote, based on an old-fashioned lovers tryst.Sadly the original was lost in cyberspace.
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