Sonnet 306

Here now I so proclaim in words of love
Well knowing love cannot condense to words,
Yet these seem all I’ve left of heart to move
By prayer or passion may my soul be heard.
Yet what to do to hold that gentle hand?
What might I say to strike a cherished chord?
What gesture pure would she yet view as grand?
Please show the way, I beg of you dear Lord!
If silent lines can still stir gentle hearts,
If kindest acts stay redolent of praise,
If loving breath be proved in hallowed art
Then to that precious soul these lines engrave;
I tender best sweet musings meek or bold
Where prayers or verse might win a heart of gold.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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