Compose My Every Poem

When the stars
Tire of dancing
In the swirling summer night,
When the crickets
Cease to sing
In the green July grass,
When the melody of the rain
Abandons the orchestra of spring flowers,
When young children
No longer play in the park,
I’ll still compose my every poem for you
In the lonely hope of winning your heart.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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