Sonnet 19

I felt your breath upon my cheek last night,
So velvet soft and yet like roses sweet;
I saw your skin bathed in a silver light,
Your bed did float on moonlit shadows deep.
Your chest did rise and fall in noiseless peace
Discernible by hand but not by eye
And sable hair much like the finest fleece
Enveloped countenance of honesty.
I held you close and felt your body’s heat
Warm first my heart and then my very soul
For with your grace no angel could compete,
Nor could she such a blissful gift bestow.
Thus did I lay and watch you in your sleep
And mourned to hold that which I cannot keep.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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