Okay, okay, cut me some slack, and...then?



(sonnet #MCMLXXI)


Those fairy beings whose visions animate
By their ethereal essence, which we thrill
To sans a second thought, my Dearest, 'til
The end do they not but deceive?  Inflate
My dreams to satisfy me.  And I'll hate
It when they turn to ashes.  Yet what will
You say?  For you are sensible.  Aye, ****
Them all and live in "now" content sans bait?
But, Love, these are what set us burning were
They not?  No, you will argue that was true
Though merely sensed, the kindling harbinger
Of happiness which could not but ensue?
Then hold me close and kiss away what'd stir
Grim fears.  Your love's more than enough.  Just you.

11Feb13c