#62 (“We met, yea, thirty-one sweet years ago. . .”)

 

                        We met, yea, thirty-one sweet years ago:

                        A day to love it is for us again.

                        ‘Tis hard to think that time goes by and so

                        We celebrate again, my dear, no sin.

                        I love thee much, so good and true and sweet.

                        We are indeed so bless’d, my husband, mate.

                        Kiss me now once again, please Sweet’, and keep

                        The memory of kiss for my lone sake.

                        I ask for kisses oft’, my dear, a kiss

                        For reasons good and bad, but always dear.

                        Your hugs are good, my dear, as well, good lest

                        We take for granted each one’s place with leer.                                           

                                    I long for kisses, hugs, my Sweet—the best

                                    We offer each today, in joy we rest.

4/25/2015

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. SonniQ
    Oct 26, 2018 @ 14:38:34

    Very nice sonnet.

    Like

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