White Rhythmic World-Bridger
Sonnet IX
Thou art the
blessing of a too-kind god
When for a partner
did my spirit cry –
You see my virtue
where no other would
While to my faults
you close a loving eye.
As I the lyric write
you play the song –
Melodies thus
fashioned live forever –
Tis true that to
each other we belong –
A duet in tune –
discordant never.
A separation makes
our music still –
Still meaning
silent, yet continuing –
No power is as
strong as true love’s will –
Bold instrument of
heaven’s designing.
Faith has yielded
what desire could not do –
For I alone could
ne’er imagine you.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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