9/14/2011
57...Sonnet XXXIII
Within your delicate loving hands
a variety of dreams were conceived.
Formed in muses of joy and gladness
your devoted affection filled me.
Within your beloved hands and embrace
the colors of the aurora dawned on me,
falling upon my head lying in your bosom
in perfect posture stroking me gently.
I realized how fortunate is the man
you allow to dwell within your mighty wings
to keep your smile everlasting.
Of this I wonder and obliged in asking;
When will your loving hands be on me again
to experience your brand of magic?
DionWorx
:]-J-[:
Poetry
:]-J-[:,
dionworx,
Love poems,
Sonnet
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