Sonnet 3: What Desperate Fire - Poem by David Zvekic
Of fairest winds unheard but for your sighs,
Of moons not held to reach your gentle hand,
'Twixt glimpses caught within our star-filled eyes,
The dreams we shared, we didn't understand.
No lens was ever held to fewer flaws,
How perfect seeming formed our foolish dreams -
So seldom hearts beheld of less because
Our love twice fuller sees what mere love seems.
What light would burn down prisons' strongest walls,
And carry brighter flames in passion's fingers,
Whereto the darkest cavern fear still gnaws,
That flame would drive love deep while faint hope lingers.
What desp'rate fire we burned, as loves must sear,
Until that night our hearts gave over fear.
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