Traditons Of Old Poem by Pierre Pabstel

Traditons Of Old



Your eyes shine
In the moonlight
Love between us
In this silent night

Embraced together
Bodies locked tight
I push away that feeling
Of nervous fright

Knee to the ground
Box in my hand
For months now
This moment has been planed

Right of diamond
Of silver, of gold
I wish to marry,
With traditions of old

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Pierre Pabstel

Pierre Pabstel

New Brunswick, Canada
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