Our Love (A Sonnet) Poem by new poet

If only thine lovely lips fell on mine
Then would my soul grow wings and start to fly
To sleep with you under the stars divine
Would bring unto me the most happiest of sighs

Bodily beauty is not what I seek
But thy beauty of your glorious soul
When you’re here my life’s at its highest peak
And as our slow growing age takes its toll

We will still roll down the flowered hills
And We’ll enjoy the youth we still possess
As we then stroll down to the water’s mill
To share our thoughts, our love to confess

Yet as my time with you comes to an end
To heaven you and I will our god send