Sonnet 1

As the sky grows bitter, finding us disdainful,                                           

And cruelly draws its cloak of night,

Our fingers you mix to gently lull

Our unblinded eyes to rest and restore might.

Beckoning our part, the sand continues disappearing.

O how if only Time were and undeparting lover!

With kisses so sweet and yet eternally fleeting

It makes one uncertain they’d ever recover.

To run parallel to your tracks, my heart will wont

Despite the sun, the rain, and the snow.

Always, my feet will run, though painless perhaps not,

To see you through as far as God will let me go.

            For any place our paths lead or diverge,

            My soul to you is forever to merge.



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