Sonnet 40

But will you say you loved me more or less,
If someone were to ask you years from now?
When I am spent, my mortal fortune reft
My spirit fled beyond that distant row?
What would you say then to a dearest friend?
Would tears or smiles gesture that refrain?
How would you comment on my journey’s end?
Or would your heart with silent doubt restrain?
Still, if you love me less, I feel it not
And if you love me more, what matters this?
For love requited is the love that’s sought
And more or less unequals wedded bliss.
My hope is that we love in equal part-
I love you with my life and all my heart.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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