Sonnet 496

No words here writ shall canonize true love
For what of love survives beyond tomb?
Nay, here and now embrace as though to prove
That living souls brave not the pending doom.
Feast now, drink now, tomorrow may not stay
To bring sweet hope to lives in compact joined;
No plan so certain chance may not waylay—
No promised bounty fate can not purloin.
Though we interred together may embrace,
Our bones entwined to grace the dusts of time
Of human shells unearthed, no hearts leave trace
That they outlast the cage that held their rhyme.
Then take my hand here now and lie with me
And flout that lie that lives eternally.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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