Poetry of Love
Poetry of Love
When, youth becomes a distant memory,
I sit and ponder how life passes by
and pray to up above with daily pleas,
to settle down with quiet loving sighs.
Hoping the day will come with all my dreams
happy in love, content, complete with joy
wanting a fondness warm and so serene
devotion that the ages can’t destroy.
Yet when I tire of wishing on a star
gladly I wander through the land of verse.
Like opening to view a promise far
and let my thoughts flow freely, unrehearsed.
For poetry of love can heal the heart
in places that are secret, cold and dark
3/1/18
Love sonnet Poetry Contest
John Hamilton, Sponsor
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