Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Afterglow / George J. Dance


My darling, on this night of Valentine's, 
Excuse me while I find a way to say 
I love you, knowing I could never pay 
For thirty years with only fourteen lines. 
But let me try to say just what I mean: 
That in the depths of February's chill, 
As long as I can have you with me still, 
It never will be dark or cold, Maureen; 
For, holding you and looking at the snow, 
     I see a light from thirty years ago 
Still blazing, gleaming, dazzling all below! 
And looking in your eyes, Maureen, I know 
     A passion from as many years ago, 
Which warms my body with its afterglow. 

George J. Dance 

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