The midnight hour striking too soon
The night is young beneath the moon
For a kiss, dear, is it too late
Or will you sing with me love’s tune

Is it too soon to hold your hand
Gently pull you to where I stand
Each breath nervous like a first date
Is that moment yet to be planned

For all of time I feel you near
In my thoughts you always appear
For your kiss how long must I wait
I know I’ll wait forever dear

©JG Farmer 2015

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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