Sonnet Upon My Heart

I don’t have to write a sonnet

My heart has one written upon it

I feel the breeze of change blowing through

It’s coursing through my veins too

My arms are outstretched, I can’t reach

But I’d gladly swim the Great Atlantic to get to you

***

Tonight the stars shine bright and brilliantly

Blazing and burning for Us because 

They know and they see

Our Story: All that can and will be!

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How lovely β€” 

We both have finally woke up

Alive again in our new beautiful reality

You melt me like sugar on my tongue

Melt, then I gracefully leap and tumble

Now, no longer do I stumble, I soar

Weightless β€” a delicate butterfly in ruby red slippers 

It’s You. The one who set my heart on fire!

Reignited the existence of desire

Flames are my soul’s recognition 

A faint recollection of Hope and Joy

***

Burning my cynicism to ash

Given the gift of courage to NOT look away

Instead of worrying β€” I face my day

May I ask this paralyzing happiness to stay?

***

Your flames burn hot and high

Weak and alone. Oh! No, not I!

Vaporizing my demons β€” doubt and uncertainty 

Carrying my fears for me

***

No need for the penchant to escape

Finally, I feel strong, like I won’t break

I love you

I love me

I love Us!

Now I know β€” it will always be β€”

Forever with you!


13 responses to “Sonnet Upon My Heart”

    1. Thank you, my friend! πŸ˜‰

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  1. Beautiful. β™₯️

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    Timothy Price

    Everlasting life.

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  3. Freely it has been given, freely receive…
    Blessings
    Peter

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  4. Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Kind and sweet words for love by a talented writer.

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    1. Thank you ☺️ so much!

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      1. You are welcome dear Eleanor.

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  5. Dear Eleanor, I loved the poetry.

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    1. Thank you, John. 😊

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      1. You are welcome dear Eleanor.

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