With thee Amore.

Shall we dwell here, my dear
Where roses Wilt to wither,

Feel my heart it's here
My dear , I shiver

furthermore
My Amore,

Lost to the warmth
Of your touch, to skin

Inviting the darkness in,

Shall we dwell here
My dear, beneath a final tear
to quiver,

No more a
delicate deliver

A frozen kiss
upon lips, silent spoke

Nor more adorn
with thee,

Shall we dwell together
Beneath this willow tree,

Where roses Wilt to wither
Feel thus this heart
Inside of thee,

my love, I shiver, I quiver
to be free,

dwell here with me.

nardine Sanderson 09/09/2015.