A Poet's Hope (Sonnet)

“In black ink my love may still shine bright.”

― William Shakespeare

Those prolonged nights, invincible thus far

Cometh grow’st by the cloven of ‘We’.

Thou being mine and the world purely our(s)

With each trice spent when enamored of thee.

Deliciate thou whisper sweet nothings

Snuggled with glee, bonded, never forgo.

Love inscrib’d as forever engravings

Sorry but to see ye yearn ember blow.

Lurking in shadow, thy return it craves

This canst be verge of mine in thine play.

O Wil Shakespeare, though unparall’d thou staves

But lov’st of mine be impalpable all way.

Divine my love, will bring back salvation

With thy flow, booz’d unto destination.

The Love in Your Heart wasn't put there to stay,
Love isn't Love till You give it Away..