bold words - A Sonnet

Sonnet for N

Can you hear this o'er life's too noisy din?
Toasting her beauty while cup raises high.
Calls making it right though t'was no goodbye,
Or stretch beneath the stars heartbeat and grin,
Yes, sit awake watching you sleep again
On forehead places kiss and adds a sigh
Shows off, it's you in sweats or skirts to thigh
And pines wishing you with him e'er he's been.

Always want to hold hands with friends or not
Knows pretty isn't what makeup you've got
Reminds you this is one does deeply care
Feels best of luck to relish when they stare
One whose heart has begun a hum and purr
Elicits bold words to all, says "That's her!"

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Someone had challenged me to try a Sonnet
so hear is my first and no nobler topic.

Love Letter No 27 - Overwhelming Love

Dear Bond,

A poet once asked, "How do I love thee?" and arrived at a lovely moment of repose. Love allows loss of order; counting is useless. Love surpasses the heights men have soared; it is unlimited. Life may have an immense enormity of depth and width. Yet, love's spirit fills all space that is not physically the beloved. Imagine how that mingles with all and in all.

There is a complete peace in the beauty and truth sustained through consummate love. This permanent climate is perfected for the satisfaction of love's embrace and release, involvement and disengagement. To fill love's deepest wounds with healing light, be it sun, twilight's gleam or midnight moon is desire's ancient ache. Add to this fluidity pouring over every ill, hurt, right or wrong. The freshness of chilled breeze to sing brand new life each day. The fire of love born instinctual, breeding fervor that comes oozing from each pore. The light playfulness of trust blooming beautifully through youth's remembrances.

Love's gracious encounter meets each moment of the day in the breath that flows in and out. There is love that encompasses not just "a life", but all of life. That is how this love proclaims itself beyond the ability to express. So if the power that makes life's energy selects heaven on behalf of the lover, even in death there must prove to be something more, greater love, perhaps even more than mortal life affords.

With most tender love and deep abiding affection,

LarryG

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This is inpired by Sonnet XLIII by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
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