Nothing I can say
Nothing that I can conceive
Can express my thanks
Nothing will ever
Be enough to help them feel
My esteem for them.
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Sonnet: Perfection
When hast thou seen, as meant for only thee,
Such eyes as widen gaily at thy sight?
And at thy voice a face that ever bright
Hath lit as though thy soul hath set it free.
And hast thou heard a voice so peacefully
Conformed, as though it found a place to light
As warmly and as permanently might
A thing as claimed its perfect place so be?
Or hast thou not this wonder ever seen?
And hast thou not this perfect moment felt?
Nor felt thine own eyes widen, as for thee
Delighted by thine own, that face hath been?
Hast not thou love, as hath my love for mee?
Hast not thine heart within perfection dwelt?
Intro: When I Write About Love
I’d write about love
I could write all day and night
The words would pour out
But I think it would
because of my own true love
be all too easy
I think I could write
Thrice as I have written once
Time would almost stop
Sonnet II: Sleep and Death
And yet, thou, quiet at my side, asleep
Hast thus me graced. Thine own sweet breath,
Thy fairest face so still, but not as death,
As once I thought the only link to keep
Us ever joined would be. So dark, so deep
Would be our misery; our fate, beneath
A cruel, unblinking sky, would us bequeath,
Or God should grace us, but to weep;
For dreams forsaken, squandered; and to those
From which we shrank, unbidden, with resolve,
With fear, or anger; yet our lives revolve
Around the one, and only one, we chose.
Though only death was certain, dearest wife,
‘Tis better still that it began with life.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 2: I am the lucky one
Very. Even so, be careful what you wish for.
So here I begin. The first was an old one. And yet these two appear to be a sequence and are now so numbered.
Rest well. I think I will.
Intro 1: Be careful what you wish for:
You may wish for a soulmate. If you understood the full scope of that wish, you might change your mind. Trust me on this one.
Sonnet: Gone
Through countless centuries you’ve gone with me.
You’ve followed me from world to world it seems;
To other galaxies and into dreams
Of lands that never were or will not be.
Whenever from I call, you’ve heard my voice,
So ready to be taken to the place,
From which I, longing, called to you. Your face,
Alight with angels’ fire, so too, with joys
Of more, and greater, joy which was to come;
Of promised beauty that you knew you’d see;
Of past events whose fabric only we
Would touch; of futures, countless, and wherefrom
My dreams, if held alone, could not come true—
So meaningless, if not because of you.
David Emeron: Sonnets 