Sonnet - 30 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

If some by Memories re-call your Face;
Yet others cotton-mouthed to celebrate
Would then my Fevered Heart sing Notes be-late
Thus hope when Hymns do bleed revive your Grace -
For Ardent Thoughts which my Mind's left pursue
Wondering when your Lovely Presence bear
This Soul, who aches for your Mime's Flesh soon wear
And let the Months decide our Prime Review.
Understand we Fall; Apart we Arise
That we beg Orphaned Larks our Flesh do feed
That longing for More speaks Less on our part
Then twine our Hearts when Love's Best Bet reprise;
Each in our palms drop our Sentiment's Seed
Water on, and Grow, our Prize from the Start.