David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

Sonnet 36: Sweet Love, We Did Renew Our Marriage Vows


Sweet love, we did renew our marriage vows
And our love soared to ecstasy’s new height,
I stooped to conquer with several deep bows
And woo thee again with all of my might.
Our love, now renewed, let nobody say
This our sweet music is not Loves main dish
And two hearts united in love we play,
I aim to please thee with your every wish.
Now these new vows I do not take lightly
And Love must be worked on with Cupid’s grace
With my dear hearts joy so very sprightly
When this talk of love brightens your sweet face.
With these new marriage vows I love thee still
Forever in your heart my greatest thrill

Submitted: Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 03, 2013

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