Poetry

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O fair lady, seasons soften your face,
your kisses still delight. 'Tis youthful glow
that endows you with all it's charm and grace.
More radiant then when we met, I know
'tis love adorns you like a rose in spring.
Alas! How fast the seasons fly! The bold
days of summer gone and we tightly cling
to autumn. But soon winds will howl, the cold
blast chill our bones. The shorter days die fast
and steal away the weeks. Take my hand. Come,
I'll hold you till this final season's past.
At winter's end 'tis spring again and home.
Ah, my love, could we live this year anew!
I pledge I would live it again with you.

A sonnet for Linda, my love and my life
copyright Bill Shurkey 2005

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