Sonnet 546

There is no greater gift than but we share


That magic bond that often is called love,
Life’s grand elation yet beyond compare
Whose impudent portray does little prove.
Love as a sentiment needs no display
For why to strive or pledge what simply is
And truth is not made true by what we say,
Bold proof of love more how we think and live.
Thus rarely do I say I love you so
And seldom do you say you love but me,
Love’s strength is not a pompous outward show
But is an essence that we live and breathe.
No boastful show can ever love apprise;
It dwells in hearts and speaks through silent eyes.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 545

What line of mine did waken to the mind
Some gentle thought where fondness might yet dwell
To so ignite a placid heart in rhyme
That it persuade flushed lips of love to tell?
Perhaps a simple chord sparked thoughts of me,
A murmured lay that fanned a gentle flame
That then gave light where so your soul might see
A common face now blazed by flare of fame.
I do confess my words were of design
To fletch of Cupid’s shaft unerring flight
To strike in fire a golden heart sublime
That it might ever glow in ardor’s light.
Yes true, in sweetest hope I did conspire
To guide in verse that bolt of pure desire.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.