A Sonnet For My Lover

Majestic lover, sweetest grace of mine
The great heavens sing in exultation
to your lovely name, cherished lips of wine
and honeyed laugh that brings forth citation


Oh heart! thine eyes do burn me to my core
A deepest blue that warms the coldest heart
Sweet love,with thy fair hands my soul doth soar
No stolid fool can dear tear us apart!


With burning passion I commit to thee
For life is death without your fair beauty
My kind lady, no other do I see
Deeper than any sea your breath fills me


Oh love, sweet love life has played a kind hand
In giving the poorest soul one so grand!



Nena