Some eventually wishful musings:
Sonnet
on the Love's Circumstance
Some
lovers come to us in passion brief;
Have
their pleasures way, charm and soothe the soul.
Yet
come passion's death as the night grows old
They
adorn their garments and swiftly leave.
It is
those that stay, persist, tempt the mind
To a
dream like state, their bold image, proud
It
stays, stands resolutely to its ground,
Emblazoned,
as a portrait, or as a shrine.
It is
this I've sought, across Ocean's wide
That
parted my soul to conflict and pain;
That
now, with your image, can soon subside.
As
melancholy came and went again
A new
horizon's spied across a Sea
Of a
love that shall last eternally.
© Cecil Field
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