Sonnet 320

Those quiet moments when I hold your hand,
That darling peace where words dare not intrude,
No human moment ever stood so grand
As in that simple lovers’ interlude;
For what to say when hearts soft meld as one,
Strong, confident and ever blessed by time,
A proof as constant as the day borne sun
Full knowing I am yours and you are mine.
What greater tribute to the steadfast soul,
That proud commitment can live life beyond;
So even when the earth reclaims her brood,
The thud of dirt can never dull the song;
I am so blessed, your touch alone gives proof —
Love’s simple graces can a world so move.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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