Monday, November 23, 2009

A Sonnet

Fill this cup with taste so sweet and pure,
To drink this wine so warm would be divine.
Throughout the years I've learned it's not the cure,
But if God wills please fill this cup of mine.

So lost, now found I know not where I stand.
The darkness overshadowed my delight.
Absence of love I may not understand,
But what it did was strengthen my own might.

The fight, the kiss, the love: the perfect art.
Two lovers without timing have yet to love.
Yet after cruel death's glare upon my heart,
I dare not take my eyes from Thee above.

But where tis love is truly made complete,
Shall not be known until we finally meet.