Precious – Sonnet 39

by Morgan


Before the waking hour of morning Sighs,

Before the Moonspun night undoes her hair,

Between the shades of Winsome darkness lies

The blushing rose of Passion’s Touch, so Fair;

Upon Your cheek as youth’s most Handsome Glow;

Within Your gaze Aflame with Tender Hue;

Upon Your lips where honeyed words Enthroned

Spin magic, Oh So Sweetly to Undo!

Unspoken, this True Sentiment is Treasure;

Untouched, this Yearning waits with brazen sighs;

No exclamation loud could closely Measure

The Longing of this heart that softly cries!

Apart from Thee All breaths are hollow Splendor;

Yet In Your Arms each gasp Precious Surrender!






Exquisite Original Music ‘Remember Me’ by Thomas Bergersen


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