A cricket to my window came
Sweet troubador
Without a name
And sang upon that dismal night
Beneath the moon’s full, golden light
His cheery tune
For all to hear
Who could resist?
So I drew near
And as his melody arose
Like angels up a ladder climb
I felt my worries and my woes
Dissolve and fade
In record time
And every night
That’s happened since
I yet await my singing prince
The moon may wane
Withhold its light
But he renews his song each night
Fulfills the dream I long to claim
Sweet troubador
without a name
Jewniquely Myself 
Really like this – the sentiment, the rhyming. Classic.
So glad you like it! Blessings and much love to you, my darling Joanne *smiling heart**willows in mist**children singing*
Lovely poem Joan 💕
Thank you, dear Savvy! *children embracing*