5/18/2010
46...Sonnet XXVI
Austere winds of change blow,
and the words "I Love you" do not ring.
The humble reins placed in your hands
have slipped through your fingers willingly
Falling into a sea of discontent
where once dreams sailed carefree.
Now wander off in the silence
on the wings of a distant memory.
Lost at sea, with heart in hand
picking up the pieces floating plentiful,
still ever so fond about you my lovely.
Pardon me for adoring you my beautiful.
Understand the words of a man in love.
Any other way... it's simply impossible.
DionWorx
:]-J-[:
Poetry
:]-J-[:,
dionworx,
Life poems,
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