David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Monday, 6 April 2009

Poem of the Week

Love Tor

I remember, I can’t forget
Our climb up Black Hill
The light was your voice
As you led me by the hand.
This night i became your Heathcliffe

Possessed for all time by your vision.
I will never be without you
You are still my destiny
You are my goal
Without your love i am not whole .

My tainted heart aches to beat once more
The way it did on Black hill Tor
We will again share the moon
It may be distant, it may be soon
But either way i’ll not forget
How we danced in tune.
With no regret.

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