Sonnet 231

Because you gave your very life to me;
Because you know that I would die for you-
What greater measure of true bond could be,
What proclamation left for love to prove?
Though mortal breast can never outlast Time
And beating hearts shall cease one day in rest,
Our spirits shall live on in love sublime
There joined forever at dear god’s behest.
It is my hope that we shall carry on
And in some heaven live in love supreme,
So I your beauty may yet gaze upon
And we embrace in never ending dreams;
Our final resting place shall be the stars:
No hell or hate this promise shall e’re bar.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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