Of Kings and Quiet Things
The midnight keeps Amor
Beyond my sweet caress
Let fragile hope endure
The trial that distance tests.
O, chains that bind the heart
Are strong and ever good
Injurious to be apart
Fidelities withstood
Perchance to dream of such a day
When we are breast to breast
And distance will but fall away
When we are nearly pressed.
I breath to hear his voice again
My Love of loves, and King of men.
Love sonnet
Tags: love poetry, Modern Sonnet
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