Sonnet Xii
My highest wish for you I hold secure
within my breast, locked fast within my heart,
of which your own is now so great a part
that yours from mine I cannot e're demur;
yet, if your soul's defense be not assured,
and I in love grasp wrongly for your heart,
I pray God grants to me the strength to start
the slaying of a love I would endure.
The dream I hold for you is higher yet
than any dream in legend I have found;
and I avow my pledge know not regret,
but that your soul in purity abound,
for if you make an idol of me yet,
beware: my own two hands will drag it down.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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