A Beckoning~ (Sonnet) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Beloved, perchance that we shall be
I should share the glimmers of my soul
Allow it to shine upon 'we' for an eternity
Your servant, to be my only role;
For 'tis your heart that has beckoned unto me
A most magical call most sublime
Allowing for mine ears and eyes to see
That together we should be for all time;
'Tis but a reckoning & an awakening, i feel
Wherever and whenever you are near
Know that 'tis real- -a love i shant steal
'Tis you- 'tis you, my love, my dear;
Oh my beloved we surely must become one
'Tis our season of love 'neath a fire drenched sun;


By, Theodora Onken

January 26,2013

A Sonnet


Remembering Ronnie
His birthday is today
We miss you everyday