Feb 2018
If I were to forced to breathe my last breath now,
Your name alone would be carved on my lips.
Three words to you would be my final vow
And every former flame would be eclipsed.
But still, what fool could give her heart so fast -
For what? The sweet talk of a preacher’s son?
A fool yet wise to know it could not last -
For I’m as fickle as I’m quickly won!
So I must live and learn to love again -
Until the weight upon my heart can shift,
Until your sad grey eyes bring no more pain,
Until the curse of loving you will lift.
To steal a heart, my darling, is no crime -
I’m thankful that no man may steal my thyme.
Your name alone would be carved on my lips.
Three words to you would be my final vow
And every former flame would be eclipsed.
But still, what fool could give her heart so fast -
For what? The sweet talk of a preacher’s son?
A fool yet wise to know it could not last -
For I’m as fickle as I’m quickly won!
So I must live and learn to love again -
Until the weight upon my heart can shift,
Until your sad grey eyes bring no more pain,
Until the curse of loving you will lift.
To steal a heart, my darling, is no crime -
I’m thankful that no man may steal my thyme.
A sonnet written after listening to the old folk song "Let no man steal your thyme", in which"thyme" is sometimes interpreted to mean integrity. Recently, for the first time in my life, I was willing compromise on something I never thought I ever would for love. Needless to say, it did not end well. On the plus side, I was very happy for a short time and I got a sonnet out of it.
