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Not long have I been part of love’s voyage— Young Sailor’s journey to a distant land; Oh I’ve reached places and seen my mirage, A Stranger who built me castles on sand: Ample structures, yet falsely lingering Upon which sand frail, they would always sink, Upon which the Stranger kept on building The castles which crumbled in an eye’s blink But the time of the Stranger is long past And now only me—I can play my part, Pillowed on her, while Spring snow’s falling fast, Listening, to my sweet love’s tender heart. Still gently nestled, longing for a kiss, Frankly smiling, while in eternal bliss.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
Sonnet III
Not long have I been part of love’s voyage— Young Sailor’s journey to a distant land; Oh I’ve reached places and seen my mirage, A Stranger who built me castles on sand: Ample structures, yet falsely lingering Upon which sand frail, they would always sink, Upon which the Stranger kept on building The castles which crumbled in an eye’s blink But the time of the Stranger is long past And now only me—I can play my part, Pillowed on her, while Spring snow’s falling fast, Listening, to my sweet love’s tender heart. Still gently nestled, longing for a kiss, Frankly smiling, while in eternal bliss.
PhilipHedge
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
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