Lillies- Sonnet V

Bold I Stand upon this hour, My Love,
Where You in All Your Glory do Attend,
Watching Love Aloft like a Drifting Dove,
Each Touch of its Flight my Heart to Mend.
Patience exacts it Leisurely Toll, To Wait
And Plod in toil without You Here,
Yet as I Walk this Path Towards Destined Fate,
Ever Longing for Your Presence to Be Near,
This Love does Grow like Lilies in the Field,
And Perfume Sweet Pours Forth like Diamonds Glow,
Awaiting that Precious Hour to which we Yield,
This Bounteous Desire At Last to Show.
Yet when the Ocean Calms the tempests born,
This Heart Shall Laugh, no longer to be Forlorn.

~Morgan~
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