Sonnet 174

I play these words for you on my piano
Gently, softly and ever so lightly,
My voice creating music in your soul;
Reverberations felt ever so deeply,
This little song of love, my gift to you
For all your precious kindness, sans compare,
And all those little things that lovers do
To make hearts sing, or yet just stop and stare
At the majesty of love, grown one from two.
As music mingles like two rivers joined;
As arms embrace and meld fond hearts as one;
Sweet kisses in the drawing room purloined;
Impassioned couplings ‘neath a silver’d moon.
So let us sing and dance our life away…
And may our love’s sweet music ever play.

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Sonnet 173

Sweet roses given are a gift sublime
And capture love’s sweet essence in perfume,
But blossoms crowning thorny stems remind
Short distance sits between sharp pain and bloom.
As love can bring great pleasure and great pain
So fitting then this symbol of true love;
Though petals fade, the memories there remain,
With pain or pleasure oft great hearts to move.
Life’s stage is cruel and gentle to the rose
Whose flourish fades yet still survives in time,
As lovers’ perfume on a lovers’ clothes
Dulls on the silk, but strengths in the mind;
And shadowed roses on the evening wall,
Grow longer as the sun begins to fall.

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Sonnet 172

One life is not enough to live with you
Reminds the fading glory in the west,
But he at dawn will golden grace renew
As we each day slip closer to our rest.
His march unfettered, measured in pure time,
Though clouds do oft besmirch his radiant smile;
Yet to our eyes, each day a faster climb
And to our limbs a longer span of toil.
Though time’s count quickens love grows ever strong,
Where months may turn to weeks and weeks to days;
So be our time together short or long
What matters this when laboring in love’s praise;
And though the sun may set, it too shall rise;
Each day I see forever in your eyes.

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Sonnet 171

That I was never worthy of your love
Has been declared by many a sharp tongue,
Yet hearing such did bolster me to prove
Of many suitors, I your love alone.
Though lacking of fine purse, I drew my wage;
No title given, this I earned with sense,
Sound proper wit, no wisdom of an age;
To pay the tutor was my recompense.
With righteous patience I did bide my time,
Each promise made, in truth I swore to keep –
One purpose sure that you’d be ever mine,
True love thus sown, there ever love to reap.
Though not of noble birth I begged your hand,
Not lord nor king, but sure a self-made man.

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Sonnet 170

If courage found might place your hand in mine,
And let me search your dark and sultry eyes,
Might gentle fingers in sweet love entwine
And heart to heart dear smiles of love apprise;
Soft whispers then of many honeyed thoughts,
Of airy dreams slow wafting on the breeze,
Where breast to breast and lips to lips now locked
Enrapture hope, admist life’s greatest theme.
But you sit now so far away from me,
No simple arms to breach that chasm cross,
There frozen in black doubt, uncertainty;
My love’s own strength endorsing there a loss.
Yes I, a craven fool lost in my part,
Lips poised to kiss, now tremble with my heart.

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Sonnet 169

I mourn, pen in my hand, you in my heart,
Tears in my eyes; why did you have to go
Without so much a word you wished to start
A new life on your own, and forge alone
Into that great wide empty world without me?
Not even a goodbye, or yet a sigh
Or better a why you so chose to leave
Without a sign to one who wished you nigh,
Forever; life is not fair to those who care
And give their hearts to barren love like ours;
Who grieves for those love has passed by, souls bare,
In pain beyond compare, who while the hours?
A church bell tolls… distant… for me or you,
Or someone who, providence smiled on too.

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Sonnet 168

Selena slipped through my window last night,
Her silver essence claddening my bed,
Embracing me in gentle beams of white,
Kissing ever so softly, my pillowed head.
I lay there moveless, daring not to speak,
How oft I prayed that such a night would come;
In endless reveries her grace to seek,
And now to have her in my arms alone.
What joyous rapture her sweet smile did bring,
What exaltation her soft gentle form,
Erotic bliss beyond all mortal sin,
Impassioned pyroclastic joy reborn.
To love a minute or to love all time,
What matters this for such a love sublime?

 

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Sonnet 167

For I have loved, yes loved, oh loved in vain,
Though few men e’er full quench their heart’s desire;
And love that’s lost does memory ever stain
To score the soul much like a funeral pyre.
Lived I a king in love’s sublimity;
One summer short was my god granted sway,
Yes you my queen, sworn ever there to be
In sovereign love, forever and a day.
Then came my foe, black fate, foul scourge of kings;
That dreaded doomster of the hopes of men,
Great spoiler to the reach of mortal dreams
To humble quite the pith of favored plans.
One day a king, the next a pauper bare…
What majesty to have you once so near.

 

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Sonnet 166

The universe exploded into light
And in an instant, my love for you formed;
Dark energy propelled it through the night
‘Midst matter black and cosmic clumps so torn.
A cosmic renaissance formed our first star,
Collapsing ‘neath the weight of love too strong,
Exploding in a supernova war
And in a pico-second, love was gone.
But unseen forces drew us back again,
Coalescing the ancient astral dust,
Expunging there that interstellar stain;
Uniting yet again that core of trust;
And love so fused, once more our star did shine,
A symbol bright, born at the dawn of time.

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Sonnet 165

For I have loved you as a man insane,
Sound reason lost amidst a crazed desire;
A single mindedness past praise or shame,
Raw brazen lust consuming like a fire.
I close my eyes and all I see is you,
Your voice calls to me in the still of night;
Your countenance adorns both sun and moon,
Your smile, my heart does ever quicken quite.
So drawn, I yet still fear your loving touch
And in asylum I do love afar,
For love like this is clear a burden such –
My essence crushed if such a love bore scorn.
Still in my mind, I lavish you with care,
My love but here a dream of glad despair.

 

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