Forget-Me-Not trembles as Night leans in Tilting his head, cupping her chin Why do you shake when I am near? You are my truest love, my dear Oh dear Night, I am not afraid Just grateful for the visit paid Lost memory is what I fear You are my truest love, my dear Night smiles winking a starry eye Now, who knows you better than I? Forget-Me-Not laughs, her joy clear You. Are my truest love, my dear Rene ~ December 21, 2012 For d'Verse Poets