Sonnet 503

So was it love or pure propinquity,
A timing right of hearts in passion primed
Or will of God, all knowing, there to see
That two as one in holy rights entwine?
If this be so, had we not met that day
Would we then ponder on alone forever
Where you bide on and as a maiden stay,
Connubial bliss unfound, fond hope dissevered?
Dear hearts all seek of love and so do find
Within their fancied quest a vision clear,
An imaged truth in which all stars align,
That point where pleasured purpose does cohere.
Although through eyes we see the only one,
Such truths subtend the angle of the sun.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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