Sonnet #9

My love, my one and true.

Precious seconds pass, waving sweet good-byes;

Seconds quickly made hours by your side;

And still I’m trapped in those fathomless eyes.

It seems this is not life, only aside;

Awaiting to see what Fate has in store.

I ache with sympathy when you’re in pain.

I will search in strangers’ eyes nevermore;

Wishing to cling to you like summer rain.

Concern floods me whenever you don’t speak;

My ears ring like a kettle full of steam;

Demanding that serenity I seek;

Feeling lost within that eternal dream.

Come my love and lay down your aching head;

Upon my breasts, beneath this feather spread.