Sonnet - 64 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

These Tears which Refused to Mingle with Rain
As Chocolate by Truffle dip your Tongue
That Exodus best be One's Healing Bane
Yet Needed for Flouring Wounds left Up-hung
That whilst Travel my Devoted Wheel spins,
Sprinkling out Hymns induce your Betterment
As Divine His Potent Compassion brings,
Sticky Sorrows transmute to Joys present
This much Faith my Fuel burns your Revive
And call all Heroes stamp Degree as Friend
Meaning Purpose your Flavour as Best derive
When Winged Doors peel your Bandage extend.
Thus we are and thus our Pillars we plant
Honing your Dreams fulfill to your Extant.