Laura

Your worshipped face transcends sweet heaven’s art As dusk’s soft brush inspires the dying sun Its winsome stroke etch prose within my heart This wanting yearn becomes undone Vast waves of passion, surging past their shores Immerse my thoughts in pulsing streams Beyond this wistful world and yours Fates metered hand surely binds our dreams But O, my soul’s sharp thorns impale this need A bloodless wound, more precious than my life Love’s fevered bite, its poisoned reed I wallow in this joyful pain and strife No scent or graze will this man find We’ve only loved, within my mind 1-20-2014 My 1st poem posted on PS and my first ever attempt at a Sonnet. I remember being surprised to get such a warm welcome and comments so fast