Beauty’s face candlelit by setting sun
Of rose infusion colour marked by day,
That wondrous joy of lovers delight won
Victory of hope and happiness to stay.

Yet world’s confusion interferes with hope
Responsibilities dissolve that joy.
The world of waiting, wishing to elope
Remain instead, forever care employ.

With heavy heart the joyful must delay
Impulsive desire storing deep in trust
Embryonic love, aborted dismay
Awaiting consummation of its lust.

Yet treasure house of living still awaits
Delight a garden harvest contemplates.

© G. Burns 11-Mar-2012