Sonnet #42

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The bells ring loud in my ears from the fear

My senses heighten as I feel you near

The harsh sun and the moon would soon eclipse

Your hands around my waist, you find my lips

Fire and ice dissolve till there is none

A soul tainted with love's what I've become

The sirens in my head beg me to leave

But you've had a trick or two up your sleeve

One charming look was all it took to stay

I chose not to take the road less travelled

Instead I marked the footpath to my way

I made it easier to lose myself

You clutched my heart like never done before

I made it easy, you said it yourself


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