For love was a wonderful sight
And love was the hour of darkness
That came along in morning’s depths
And shared some spurious thoughts.
With curious words we made a pact
Think not of past conquests
Nor of notches on a bed
Or care about a name being called
A name of others gone
You tonight are all I need,
All I want and more.
PAUL COLVIN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-darkest-hours/
