Sonnet 3,011

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Forgetting how to love, I lived in chains;
Those shackles became sentimental ploys;
Existing in a world of only pain;
All hope had gone, all self-respect and poise.
As life became a bitter, twisted mess
I had to kill my hopes and crush my needs
There were no happy endings then, unless
I saw them in my poetry or dreams.
Then suddenly, a heart just like my own
Appeared before me, beating strong and pure;
His heart was also filled with sorrow though;
So similar the things we had endured.

As love saw us, demanding to enchant,
We recognised each other at a glance.

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Sonnet 2,511

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image.jpgIf I could tell the beauty of his eyes
I might describe the way they look at me;
Perhaps I’d write of how they paralyse;
I see his eyes and neither move nor speak.
If I could tell the story of his lips
I might go overboard and lose my thread;
Perhaps I’d write of love so true and this:
They kiss my own and melt me into bed.
If I could tell the way his soul inspires
I might then speak of how he has me soar;
Perhaps I’d write of burning, love on fire;
Our souls, they are the same – for evermore.

If I could write our future in one line,
It’s this: now I be his, and he be mine.

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Sonnet 2,411

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imageNow as I go to sleep I write in rhyme:
This evening’s thoughts be thunk and written down;
For I am his and know that he be mine;
The things of which we spoke tonight be ours.
I read and write our love and feed his soul;
He feeds mine too, of that I am aware;
For he is me – and I am he, one whole;
Completed hearts be here as they be there.
I cannot write in words that do not flow;
For he has graced my life with art and song;
My beats and metered ways be his to know;
Two minds that think as one cannot be wrong.

I am the darkest tunnel – he’s the light:
Hence poetry forms everything I write.

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SONNET 7,444

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My wasted heart it knew not how to beat;
Instead it chose a terminating pulse;
Preparing to give up, it did retreat
From many tests with negative results.
My poorly heart it wanted to be killed;
Survival was no life with half a heart;
As slowing beats left passions unfulfilled,
So love was paused, no reason to restart.
My dying heart gave up on love at last,
Content without contentment, time to go;
Defibrillation banned, all hopes were dashed;
When love appeared and spoke so I would know:

There’s no more flatlines, no more giving in;
For next to mine, a new heart: shaped like him.

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SONNET 7,291

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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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SONNET 7,773

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I wonder: has he ever been a muse,
With poetry and song thrown at his feet?
Has somebody created art anew
As fortune made it so that they should meet?
I wonder: how could anybody fail
To share the love and beauty of his soul?
A magnitude of universal scale;
So powerful, love cannot be controlled.
I wonder: did I tackle something right?
Apparently I did, for I am blessed;
A mission from a darker, sadder life?
For all my wants and hopes have been addressed.

I’ll speak my sentiment in poetry;
Unquestioned beauty speaks in rhyme to me.

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He makes my heart do funny things
And leap with wild imaginings
Just thinking of the joy he brings
With every page’s turn.

I see his face and suddenly
Life is as it’s meant to be
It’s me for him and him for me
As pages they are turned.

I feel his smile inside my own
It’s nothing like I’ve ever known
He’s turned my life into a poem;
For rhyming pages turn.

And as he writes, I’ll do so too
Because I have a different view;
Despite the lives that we’ve been through…
Our pages have been turned.

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