Sonnet X
And what is love? Beloved, it is thee.
You are wholly love; love is truly thine;
and in my heart, which holds you as a shrine,
I view the two not separate entities,
nor ever twain could these dear blessings be.
Ah, love that is to me my bread and wine,
my feast, my table spread with food divine,
no pow'r can drive a wedge twixt Love and thee.
You hold to love, yet Love does lift you up;
you give to love, yet Love does grant you all;
and at your table Love will sit to sup,
yet you still rise up full; and at your call
love comes, yet your words are Love's voice raised up:
you and Love are one but doubly enthrall.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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