A simple sonnet, heartfelt and pure, from one whose faith is certain, whose hope is sure.
beyond these walls
Where finds my true sorrows cold with lost thought
when laid against memoried bonds of pain?
Upon what shrine shall I share burdened heart
that I may rise, alive, to burn again?
In your gentle arms and verdant eyes
I am the man you choose to love with fire,
I am deeply humbled by this sweet prize,
the perfect charity of your desire.
The great beyond holds not for me a dread,
for I will take that leap with you, one day,
to find a place where no true hearts have bled
and the patient lovers may yet still play.
Beyond the walls of life, still distant found,
we shall for'ere, in this true love, be bound.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Friday, February 29, 2008
beyond these walls
Labels: 2008, As such..., aubergine, sonnet 2 observations
2 observations:
God, you are SO talented. I'm learning so much from you, do you know that?
The mirror reflects true, but I am still like a vase on the table, meaningless until filled with life.
You are the most beautiful flower I have ever held in my heart.
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