Bottled Love

That feeling.

You know the one.

Endless smile and giddy gait,

Sleepless night and dreamy sighs.

Don’t drink it dry at once,

Bottle it and hold with cork.

Take deep draughts when low,

But taste to lip each day.

Treasure but don’t forget,

As true love ages well.

 

Dean Reeves

My Poetry

Ghost Tree

The First Fen Blow

You should look away

I have not woken 

Bottled Love

War end

A lover’s touch

Siesta

Beauty of her nature 

Fierce Love

The Rat

My Moody Girl

We have met before…

You are….

Looking Up

Mr.Daffodil

Stare of the Moon

Holding the thread

Mr.Moth

Stone cold love

The imps are feasting

I am more than a tree

Wisbech Morning

The bleeding fields of Naseby

I did not cry

We are England

Curtain Call

Do not pity the English

Turning Left

Prosperity of Evil

Bang Up

“The Return of Black Shuck”

“I saw You” by Dean Reeves

“Bring the wind” by Dean Reeves

“I choose” by Dean Reeves

“Forgotten Dancer” by Dean Reeves

“Market Day” by Dean Reeves

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