Form: English Sonnet
Every night I write out my heart
and pray you hear a poet calling
how I long to hold you in my arms;
it goes beyond all sense and reason.
Love songs on radios, just the start
when time is lost to introspection.,
my desire to quell your hidden fears
and bring your sweetheart to love's season.
I'd leave my life to the flames of hell,
as a sacrifice to dry your tears;
I have sworn never to do you wrong
to hurt you would be my heart's treason.
From this love I can never depart;
we're one as eternity appears
©JGFarmer2016
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