Sonnet XV (words )


Sunday morning , the urge to write is upon me
of your heart and soul , that merits my reverence
there is that feel of your closeness , that can hold me
as my mind talk to itself , and feels your presence

I need to write , of soul who defines affection
I write to keep alive that which should never die
I write to bare witness , to my true assertion
of your kindness your patience and your gift to love

Words may be my strength , but your love may be the way
words with written letters , that print my feeling clear
words with my soul on paper , my heart in display
my sweetest words , are sounds of music for your ear

Those are word of human love , words that know no lie
my words of love to you , are anything but shy

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