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.

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