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 which 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
So striking fire within that 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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