Author Robert Loveman The deep dusk drifted down, A star dreamed in the sky, Heart to fond heart alone We were, my bride and I. At dawn a wisp of light Came flick'ring faint and fair, To kiss her bosom's white, Her lips, her eyes, her hair. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments