At midnight still the roses bloom <br /> Their colours pale beneath the moon <br />Scenting the air with rich perfume <br /> while nightingales sing their sweet tune. <br />When all good folk are fast asleep <br />as slowly past the night hours creep. <br />Hidden by darkness lovers dare <br /> enjoy their latest love affair <br />They snatch a stolen hour or two <br /> in some well hidden rendezvous <br />Forbidden love they can’t declare <br />Makes their life easier to bear <br />The rose does what comes naturally <br />so do the lovers actually. <br /> <br />14-Oct-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naturally-for-m-lady-marci/
