Ah love

Ah love. You crept
inside myself
when I had
glanced aside.
Your gentle tread
was barely heard,
your soft touch
drifted by.
Defences down
and turning back,
I saw your shape
and cried
and yet too late;
you found your place
and claimed
your ancient right.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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