Love-Sonnet
If I could control the deeds of man each day
To some, I would give a charge
Make haste, to bring me sculpting clay
To shape into my love, not to barge
But, with tender fingers to mould you much
And with each stroke of finger on your form
To count the seconds until we flesh to flesh do touch
For between the fleeting seconds is a storm
A desire, a longing, for your love and more
You have unleashed the magic of true love
I give you all my love and key to my soul’s door
To you, I come as pure and gentle as the dove
With you, I live to love with all my might
For you, I whisper love throughout the night.
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