Commissum - Sonnet
my love, into thy hands I trust my heart,
for you to keep it safe, away from tears,
until the day when we shall be apart,
when we'll be free from any earthly fears.
I hereby pray thy hands to hold it well
and not to let it fall from heavens nest,
where, since I’ve met thee, secretly found dwell
and in a perfect harmony doth rest.
so please, my lord, enthrall me with thy touch,
and let my heart enjoy your loving sight,
for never have I loved a man so much
as to confide him with my soul each night...
and if I were to live my life anew,
again I would entrust my heart to you...
commissum (lat.) – that which is entrusted
Copyright © Liliana Negoi | Year Posted 2010
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