Stolen Hour
Where have they gone,
this sunny day?
His chair empty,
her bonnet stays
lace tablecloth
precious array
abundant fruits
roses to say
he still loves her...
Ah, now I see
a stolen hour
some time alone
in her boudoir.
©2008 Jo Janoski
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Stolen Hour
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