My Version Of Sonnet 56 Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Sweet love, restore my faith; let no one say
That love must die and with it age the soul
By fading love's lush colors into gray
As my eyes begin to view my lover's whole.
Let love be built by me on firmer grounds
Than girlish fantasies of men who don't exist
And stretch my mind beyond its narrow bounds
In search of a connection which persists
Beyond the first attraction with its spark
That flames my soul and warms me from within
To an ember I can bank to against the dark
And offer to my lover when his dims.
For if I can keep my soul a welcome home
Neither I nor he will feel the need to roam.