A la Cartland
A sunset, like a maiden's blush,
Decrees the onset of the dark
Where in the meadow, rich and lush,
A man stands proudly in his park.
Serene, despite the fading light,
He serenades his lady fair:
Diaphanous, the cloak of night
Descends upon him from the air.
The urgency of passion's pent
Within a mystery of joy
Suffusing all to whom is sent
A talent to be truly coy.
The midnight tolls; the shadows haste;
Who plays the faithful suitor, wins;
And Love is passionately chaste,
If lovers take their vitamins.