Second Sonnet

Sailing on seas of seven.
Thy beauty blessed by the tide.
Drifts on seeking love in Heaven.
To be thy one and only bride.
Thou hast greeted winter's chill.
Deliver thine 'o' child in time.
Desires not thine heart to ****.
Cold of winters changed in clime.
Time deeply changed her precious form
Thine way of love decapitates.
When winter leaves may love be warm.
A cherished heart he so berates.
Should summer not again be found.
Thy love not locked underground.

By ladylivvi1

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