From a Crazy-Assed Poet

Form: Beymorlin Sonnet

My gift to you that your eyes cannot see
To lift your heart so I may kiss your soul
With love pronounced by delicate decree
Thereof; yet untethered by sacred scroll
Unbound in liberty my love will grow
Unfound yet held gently within your hand
For this is a gift only you can know
A kiss that brings me to your heart’s command
Your crazy-assed poet speaks love in rhyme
With hazy words that shoot from Cupid’s bow
To reach your heart over distance and time
And each word saying how I need you so
My sighs the joy on which our love shall live
For my art is all that I have to give

© JG Farmer 2019

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