Things I Cannot Say
or
Discourse
Life is passing trays of fancy beauties going by
With little glances quickly spared, we carry on in place
Each beauty glazed and iced and finely made to catch the eye
Which then sometimes stay longer taking pleasure in a face
The master said that forty years and beauty starts to tire
In you I've found a fire that will kill me, I don't care
Ethereal beauty gives way to night, in you a glowing fire
The sight of you, my tears confirm, burns me, leaves me bare
I stand in fear, if this is night, then you must be the moon
I have lived for forty years, I am blinded by your glow
What light would shine like forty suns on the desert at high noon
The brightest, clearest glory, that a simple word can show
..I love you Darling, here and now, forever, yes I pray
..If this is night then I'll retire and wait the break of day
A Sonnet for Darling
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