Sonnet 9
Sonnet 9
The domain of beautiful ideas
Resides full of sweet upon my lap
Strands in the wind, eyelids embracing
A bliss image, till I fall in woe’s trap
My love, without I am suffering deist
Knowing the divine, but aching without
Dante without Beatrice, Troy without Aeneas
A barren maid, a seed that cannot sprout
My eyes the ocean, and the ocean tears
I shall be left with no pearl in a shell
But the fool presents when I have these fears
As you make life heaven, safe from a hell
A contract for eternity is signed
Our souls are one, our love is intertwined
