Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Unamed Italien Sonnet

Dreaming has become but second to me
The color of your eyes a brighter hue
Even with distance my heart still sees you
Like waves from a ripple out on the sea
Cutting corded qualms to let me be free
And as the bright morning welcomed by dew
Your softest touch lets me know night is through
You call my name and all second thoughts flee
Replaced by soul’s wings that live in your heart
I soar when adoration is returned
And sink into gray when we two are apart
For you unknown my soul has always yearned
I have been destined for you from the start
I still can’t believe this love is returned

~DaLe 10.01.08 at 8:26pm

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