Sonnet 373

You are my refuge from embattled days,
And too my strength in every dire hour,
You are the light when sorrow clouds glad ways,
Your gentle touch can all my soul empower;
I look upon your face and feel at peace,
Still marveling at the beauty of your eyes,
The softness of your voice can woe surcease,
Your smile to hail all hearts in sweet emprise.
I thank the gods that brought you here to me
That on my journey I not trek alone;
Though I in perilous combat beaten be
Shall have this precious angel tend my wounds;
I think of all my struggles and life’s pain…
And smile each time I look on you again.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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