Declare Love

Come lie with me beneath the stars

and make this night forever ours.

They say the morrow's war is surely lost, 

you fight and I need no reminder of the cost.

So steal this time with me, my love,

let night sky witness our sacred troth.

Toward midnight I walk a plushy stairway,

you return to soldiers' tent, await the longest day.

Is it ever thus, my gallant one?

Do lovers never win the right to come

first in plans to right the wrongs we see?

Let us declare love the way to set us free.

In response to Claudia and Brian's prompt at dVerse Poets to choose one of the lines from their poems and use it in ours. They've been spinning medieval tales this week. I chose one line from each of them: 'Toward midnight I walk up a plushy stairway'- Claudia's line and 'I need no reminder the cost'- Brian's line. The photo is of a friend's house in the ancient city of Lucca, Italy.