The Bewitching Hour

The Bewitching Hour                     November 8, 2012

When, upon first glance,

The clock strikes three,

I will ask you to dance

Beneath a conifer tree.

Four in the morn,

And all has gone flat.

The mood has been born,

So let us not stand pat.

 

So many times,

So many tears,

I've been shy nickels and dimes,

Born of many fears,

And I seem to recall

How I wandered away,

For it is with you I fall

In love today.

 

Nay, three o'clock ante meridian

Strikes without consequence,

With us living in sin,

Making love with vigor that we shan't mince.

It is the bewitching hour, then,

That brings about us lovers' souls,

That us lovers' countenance and that grin

Convincing us love achieves all goals.