A Sonnet

I wrote it ten years ago when very young, wild and love-struck!

Ah! sleep is cure for the ache,

incoherent but joyous dreams of you.

Love me again with your smile,

love me again with your buoyant self.

We will talk with childlike freedom.

We will run in desperate affection.

Everyone will wonder about our charms.

We will murmur in each other’s ears.

I will kiss dove like bosoms and Caribbean eyes,

and, those cherry lips of divine amatory!

Hesitant and shy, forsake your gentle sobriety.

I will hold you with care and never let go,

and our breaths will be calm symphony. 

love changes a moment but not love!