Sonnet Ix
What are you? You are joy and peace and grace,
but beyond, to the utmost, you are love.
Only love could have lifted me above
the endless toiling of my wretched pace
and cradled me within a resting place,
where I am held as hand in glove,
a covering of peace but more of love.
My soul arrives with one glance at your face.
We have no need of barter or exchange;
t is true your heart is mine and mine is thine.
There is no broader scope, no field or range
wherein there lies more freedom than is mine
in being wholly yours. Think it not strange,
for love's true freedom does securely bind.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
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