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 so 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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