9 Ix
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 write the Lyric
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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