Into My Arms
As if to bless with daylights warm embrace
You come to me, my love, in hallowed grace
This softness held as purest pleasures speak
Tis of such treasured grail my heart doth seek
Brushed by strokes of love, one's eyes dare behold
Of palette's mingled dreams pray hopes lay told
To rise in hues that must truly speak of thee
From such artist's gifts, desire wouldst surely see
This thirst will not be quenched absent your taste
Nor for less this moment misspend or waste
With willing arms hold close so true this heart
Yet less one soul should bade us ere to part
Take this my love in tribute due
No more than that I ask of you
Old English Sonnet Contest
Sponsored By Janice Canerdy
10/25/2016
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