I Recall, My Love

And I recall it still at once That silvery hoary moonlight, When we met on that fateful night And felt light could be such nuisance. And helping us a bit nigh soon The moon never regained full light Hiding behind clouds at its noon, But peeped out to watch our first fight, And smiled when you prepared to leave, My pleads, persuading proving vain, Puzzling me what went wrong that eve, Some riddles remain etched as pain. If patient had we posed like moon, Would our love have withered so soon? __________________________________________ Sonnets | 04.08.14 |