Sonnet 527

So swathed in love sweet cherished moments find
There hand in hand while nestled by the fire,
Life’s fondest joys to flicker through the mind
While ardent tears to eyes now do aspire;
I gaze upon the day that we first met,
Soft nights I held you tightly in my arms,
The bairn of holy love we did beget,
Remembered smiles that still my soul can warm.
I see upon the hearth a fading light
Reminding me of youthful days fair passed,
Beneath that blaze, orange embers do bedight
A glowing comfort on the somber ash.
Love is the spirit of the life it bore,
The pyre’s essence of the flames it wore.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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