White Solar 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
It’s 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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