Sonnet 553

So do I love you now, as ever, more

And nay, it matters not if you love me

For unrequited yet I bear the scorn—

So indivisible this pledge to thee.

Here bid me leave and heavy I shall go,

Tell me stay, and happy I rejoice;

To love’s command my future I bestow

So be that power in your darling voice.

Love’s grace is not contingent on a plan

Nor does it bide upon some sole decree,

It is a force ethereal and grand

That binds like souls in peerless harmony;

By word alone I here so live or die:

Love is to be, and never wonder why.

Loubert S Suddaby poems