Sonnet 6
What fear resides the touching of our lips
To wed as mouth to mouth passionate lovers
Of little faith in sunken battleships
Would thou rather live free with dying brothers
The choice to wear a ring the knee may bend
Fiance' to another heart and drum
Could change thy face that peace and joy would mend
Into a mask with looks of gloom and glum
If time would turn and travel in the past
A rose would greet you every morning hour
And every nights collection would be vast
In hopes thy thoughts of marriage not be sour
Convince thy feet to freely jump the broom
And let our lips be one as bride and groom
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2007
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