9/18/2011
60...Sonnet XXXIX
Happiness is the instrument of love
that's been looking for you endlessly.
Conceived with you in mind it sought a place
within the depths of your eyes to be lively.
It took kind to your caring fashion
artistic smile that brought forth the Sun
It heard your voice proclaim its beauty
with glee in more ways than one.
And now finally it has come to your shores
that ship full of dreams and hopes to no end
to unload its gifts, treasures and pleasures.
Grant you for a while a little bit of heaven
of the kind that is really special and matters
when two people fall in love all over again.
DionWorx
:]-J-[:
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