The clouds lit up
by the moon behind
Were sheep on a hill
and of the kind
That I’d been told of
once before
But knew not
Till I’d
left her door
On that one fragrant
summer night
When last I knew
We had it right
.
I walked on air
From her house to mine
The honeysuckle
On the vine
Filled the night
With heaven’s wine
I knew I’d found
The gift divine
.
Her yes put trouble
To and end
She never
Told me no again.
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