Sonnet 81

Our scattered wishes ride upon the winds,
Our dearest dreams now drift among the stars,
But of fond hopes, the fondest yet remains
Far grander than the ones dispersed before;
The hope that love forever will stay true,
That you will always dream my words in song,
That every blessed dawn shall love renew
And every sunset strengthen yet our bond.
Life’s joys and tribulations are but chance,
The sagest of the sage know this is so
But love’s sweet hope lives on in pure romance
When other hopes abscond like winter’s snow.
Though pain and sorrow may our love befall
Two hearts as one can any scourge forestall.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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