Until Then- Sonnet VIIII

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Written by Morgan

Until Then

Oh Love that will not rest nor be silent,
In Silence standing reckless Upon the Shore,
Cheating All my Longing with your Lament,
Leaving me Yearning, More and More.
Dividing me from All my Sense
When Judgment knows full well โ€˜Tis Naught,
Nature will claim its Recompense
When in Your Love my Heart is Caught.
Then Shadow will Cast its Golden Light,
And Thunder in Symphony Shall Play,
Spinning my World From Wrong to Right,
From Dismal Squalor to Lush Bouquet.
One Glance, One Word, One Kiss From You,
Until Then, There is Nothing I can Do.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: gracy4-widy at deviantart.com

21 Comments

    1. Thank You Journey ๐Ÿ™‚ I do often take a great deal of time finding just the right one…so I very much appreciate…well, your appreciation ๐Ÿ˜€
      Blessings and Peace~

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  7. Fail, my words, in light of this
    To tug replies from spinning wits
    Disarmed at once by this–a verse
    I must reply, but, speechless, sit
    To ponder all that poureth forth
    From thence–thy soul–yet mine admits
    That fail, my words will, as they come
    Unbridled from my speechless lips
    Oh love that will not rest nor still
    Has cheated this–my dearest’s smile
    Abandoned in her yearning there
    And I, bound here, against my will
    A cradle made of form and word
    Is offering enough to tell
    These rhythms of your love are heard
    And from them symphony is stirred

    I could think of nothing else to say. The beauty of it allowed me only this. Lovely, dear.

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      1. Truly spoken. I often feel that despite my pleas, loneliness is a gift from which my art has emerged. Absence teaches us of closeness and hunger tells us of satisfaction.

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