Sonnet 320

Those quiet moments when I hold your hand,
That gentle 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 are joined as one,
Strong, confident and ever blessed by time,
A faith as constant as the day borne sun
True knowing I am yours and you are mine.
What greater tribute to the steadfast soul
That such commitment can live life beyond,
So even when the earth reclaims her brood
The thud of dirt can never end the song;
I am so blessed, your touch alone gives proof —
Love’s simple gestures can a world so move.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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