6 Ix
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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