Saturday

A Sonnet...

Love is being true to that which you are,
listening to God, and going so far
as asked or commanded. So what think I
if you can't hold my hand but can look in my eye?
The eye is far the more immortal thing
that it holds hopes and fears and even dreams,
and in doing so speaks much of pleasure.
No, by hands I shall not dare to measure
the circumfrence of love. But don't be fooled--
my skin still craves the touch of your hand's mold.