A Lover's Sonnet
Let us walk in the redolent air, to dales of swaying grain,
Alas!- The moonlight pales, by the soft, majestic sea;
Let us embrace, entranced, within a sonnet's symphony,
Among the misty blooms, which await the autumn rain.
Let us lose ourselves in a rapturous enclave,
Where the dying light weeps upon the azure stream;
Let us wander by the moss, and as if in a dream,
I shall kiss you in the sun, where tender breezes lave.
For there exquisite gales endear our married minds,
As they carry through the branches of mild, olive wines.
Potent, they take us to dulcet concertos of multicolored bines.
I confess my eternal love, as you clothe me with your binds;
In shadows of ecstasy, more than twice,
I have seen your face in wonder, indeed in paradise.
Let us walk in the redolent air, to dales of swaying grain,
Alas!- The moonlight pales, by the soft, majestic sea;
Let us embrace, entranced, within a sonnet's symphony,
Among the misty blooms, which await the autumn rain.
Let us lose ourselves in a rapturous enclave,
Where the dying light weeps upon the azure stream;
Let us wander by the moss, and as if in a dream,
I shall kiss you in the sun, where tender breezes lave.
For there exquisite gales endear our married minds,
As they carry through the branches of mild, olive wines.
Potent, they take us to dulcet concertos of multicolored bines.
I confess my eternal love, as you clothe me with your binds;
In shadows of ecstasy, more than twice,
I have seen your face in wonder, indeed in paradise.
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