Sonnet 16 – spark’s first glow
A tousled head lies there beside my own.
Grey glistening, and She bespeaks pure love.
From spark’s first glow, our blessed life has grown
and with its flame, our life has bloomed thereof.
We weave, as chickadees fulfill their nest,
black-capped, first mate, then mud, and mind the egg.
They share the burden, prithee gets a rest.
She’s my heart, our love never needs a’beg.
Destined are we, to love with souls in pairs.
Fair luck it was that she doth came my way.
When my love, my wife is there, shall I dare?
Without, perhaps, I gainsay seize the day.
As with yin and yang, black and white make whole
Our hearts beat in and out, and form one soul.
—April 2019
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