I weep at my desk
as we stay silent; somehow
it seems not enough.
by Scooj
I weep at my desk
as we stay silent; somehow
it seems not enough.
by Scooj
In the Autumn shade
a young couple share kisses;
in oblivion.
by Scooj

She loves him, it’s true,
though her dark purpose prevents
an eternal love.
by Scooj

He loves her so much,
his proclamation is clear
for all to witness.
by Scooj
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
I love you more than J.B.
could have imagined.
by Scooj
With thanks to, and total admiration for John Betjeman and A Subalterns Love Song