Sonnet 416

Child, your deeds bring honor—but still know,
All estimates of worth here in my eyes
Exceed all claims that glory may bestow
And bests the blame that jealous tongues decry.
You are my life, my love, my hallowed blood
And of this essence I bestowed a name
That you wear proudly here upon the earth
Where heaven’s blessings shine through grace or fame;
Yet hope on hope, I ask one simple thing,
That you stay true to everything you are
And bravely face all trials life may bring…
That my heart’s light remain your guiding star.
My love for you outlasts all earthly bounds—
Yes—every step you take, my soul resounds.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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