Sonnet - The Desired Encounter Poem by Boston Kelley

A great woman does my heart desire
That all else falls from my sight.
Upon her, my eyes gaze and admire
For she has turned this dark soul bright.
Day by day, visions of her comfort me;
O! How she is my greatest treasure!
I look about and nothing else I see
Except my beloved, my magnificent pleasure.
A lovely figure surrounds her soul
And steals the strength in my knees.
I long to embrace her and be made whole
For she has shown me all that we could be.
Without her, this heart withers and grows cold;
Come to me, my loved one, and let our love be told.