Sonnet 429

I write the best of you by candle light
When evenings shadows swaddle me in warmth,
Light stippled skies do hint of heaven bright
And fires’ fading gold lies in the hearth.
‘Tis then I sit alone in peace and pride
And dwell upon sweet images of you,
Of beauty strong that time cannot deride
And of a love that stays forever true.
In reverent silence while you sleep above
I murmur softly there that precious name
That unto tears can so my heart yet move
And silver down dear memories as rain.
No sweeter gift did god yet give to me
Than your dear love, which ever cherished be.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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