Bequeath No Inlaid Jewel Brocade (Sonnet)
Bequeath to me no inlaid jewel brocade
If you are called before God calls to me.
Your saphire blues and ruby reds will fade
But give me fire that fueled your heart so free.
Your glowing flame a gift from God to thee
As comfort balm to calm and warm the years.
If death should call please gift your fire to me
To stroke my soul and dry my bitter tears.
If I am called I'll face death without fear
For then your greatest friend in life is free.
But hear these words I whisper while still near:
As friends we've been but lovers now should be.
Your essence does excite and light my life;
So faithful friend become my faithful wife.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2010
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