Saturday, January 21, 2012

sonnet forty

you seize the grief in my eyes
and filter it with all the courage
you can gather with your
hands, until all that is left

is the happiness of finding
each other, and our will to remain
and battle the odds -
then i realized there is

no need to halt this desire
with words that stab our silence
because in the end i only

want you, because in the
end my soul belongs to you,
because i simply know no end for us.

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