Let me not to the joining of true minds
Admit impediments. Discern love that is true love.
Which alters and changes all before it finds
Or bends with the instigator and takes all which lies before it.
It is not an ever-fixed mark
But an ideal, a dream, a state of passion
That looks upon tempests of the heart never shaken;
It is the star to my endless night
Whose worth`s unknown, but is trusted
A goal beyond reach yet driven into the very depths of your being.
Love`s not times fool,
It is constant, the incessant beating drum
that encompasses every waking thought.......
Only to find in the light
the tympani is that of your own heart
And the allusion is that which lies before you
A dream that has coalesced into the reality of your love
The smile of her face
The sweet kiss of her lips
Brings me to the very edge of my being and beyond
Entwined beginnings with no ending
I surrender my inner self
And if this be error and upon me proved forgive me
For I have no doubt
That no man has ever loved so.
My grand passion.