SONNET 7,291


With pages raw and plain, as yet unscribed,
I wrote my life again in book anew.
Once far away from me, true love arrived;
For swift he came, a bolt from darkest blue.
He led me to his soul with eyes so deep;
His lips became a wish upon my own
Too hard to think, impossible to sleep
An instant heart I thought I’d never know.
Beyond perfection, sweet reality
His words and heart and mind so filled with fire
In dreams I thought him up, yet now he’s here;
Surpassing every need and each desire.

I’d written myself sad, no love to be;
Then swift he came, out of the blue: to me.


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