In Its Prime
With a kindness that needs no description
He kisses me gently and tenderly
Caressing me devoid of encryption
Filling my heart with thrills so splendidly
With a sense of insight that is so strong
Rousing faith that is alive with pleasure
He fills my spirit with a lovely song
Making me feel blessed by such treasure
With inspiring hope that wakens my joy
He stirs my feelings to sweetest wonders
Healing my pain in ways that won’t annoy
That this love lives without any plunders
Love like this only comes around one time
Without sincere grace, it dies in its prime
Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
October 4, 2020
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