Sonnet

‘cross seas and fields of gentle dusk
I come to be in arms and kiss
If only should this love be must
My arrow flies and should it miss

I would forever be bereft
Yet in your love I should always lie
And ever be forever blessed
While singing name into the sky

I was but sorrowed and decant
Into a glass you saw
If only then you wished or drank
This hollow man once more

This love is pure and ever be
A wishful plea for your mercy

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