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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