More spring than winter
Because it is next of love,
More than first of year.
Every day takes me
In, and out, of everything.
I never doubt it.
And brings a lot more
Than it takes away from me.
It leaves me with love.
Except at the last.
One day, it will either give–
Or take everything.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Hey there… Its not a give and take… it’s a cycle of exchange… and believe me, there is more joy in giving than in receiving…
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One day it will
And I will be there with you, Beloved
Holding your hand as we face the biggest adventure
Together
Always
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The ending is interesting!
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Thank you. These are really introductions to my sonnets. I do not, quite honestly spend that much time with these. Quite often people happen upon them first. And I believe possibly that short haiku and even longer sequences of them are more generally accessible without any kind of learning curve. Alas, this is not true for sonnets, I’m afraid, which is the form in which I choose to write, and which my sweetheart of the better part of century so loves to read.
This one is an exception having involved some greater degree of thought both metaphysically and structurally.
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