Sonnet 253

How cruel is love to lovers far apart
Though they recline beneath the self same moon?
Sad tears now staid from whence they did depart,
Soft aching in their hearts remains a moan;
Love knows not time or distance yet restrains
The greatest joy unto propinquity;
Though metered not in miles, such miles contain
Abject measures of a romance’s misery.
True love can nullify both space and time
Where lesser love may find a bridge too far,
And for some lovers, absence is a crime
Yet to the staunch dims not that steadfast star.
From clouds appears the moon and she does smile,
There salving pained partition for a while.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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