Queen of Night

Texte: In spite of all that beauty may disown – William Wordsworth

Despite the worst of me I feel her love
A gentle kiss that stole my lonely tears
To ease my mind from storms that rage above
The night; yet still her hand calmed all my fears
Oh sweet the love that brings me to moonlight
To dance amid the cold November rain
Daring me to believe in love again
And cast aside the shadows of the night
Release the heartbreak where the lightning struck
And take the hand that holds the hidden ace
She came when thunder roared a tempest’s ruck
To ease my mind from storms that rage above
Despite the worst of me I feel her love
My queen of night holds me in her embrace

©JG Farmer 2015
Form: Tennyson’s Sonnet

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