The Bard compares you to a summer’s day;*
Neruda hunts for a sign of you in others.†
My heart is shaped in your hands like clay,
the fountain of which is found in mothers.
The object of Spenser’s love is like ice;‡
Byron’s heart which love of you alone can bind.**
The inferno in me obtained at a price:
from freedom sought which has left me blind.
If I should view love as a shadow on
a wall of the cave I might have hidden
myself in and with no light from the sun,
then woe betide if I should be bidden.
Power from Chaos to create symmetry,
but our love is doomed to asymmetry.
*Sonnet 18 – William Shakespeare
†I Hunt for a Sign of You – Pablo Neruda
‡Amoretti ***: My Love is like to ice, and I to fire – Edmund Spenser
** Sonnet on Chillon – Lord Byron
3 July 2019
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