The lamp

The lamp

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The midnight lamp
Burning reflects
A love melting
Guilded in gold
So pure.

Two precious metals hot
Moulded together, hearts
In a night of shadows.
Behind, the moon looks on
The midnight lamp burning.

Two hearts dance in song
Entwined tightly;
Stars of the night
Keepers of the midnight lamp...
Burning.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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And i can hear a violin playing
How romantic :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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