Love’s wake up call. (Sonnet)
When I awoke this morning, all was bright
No hint of Damoclean swords above
Directions to perfection, now in sight
My ears were pricked, the switch was flicked by love.
For what can darken visions such as mine
Where even Hell itself holds hidden charms
Perception is the Potter’s wavy line
To build and mould and shape you in my arms
A shape not of my choice, but pure and true
The essence of the clay, both you and I
We pirouette as conjoined lovers do
In spirals dancing upwards through the sky
Your smile soothes me to sleep each blessed night
When I awoke this morning, all was bright.
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