By nappiejean
Sonnet XIII
Should twilight, the beginning of an age
appear like a farewell of someone who
you loved so much adored her at that stage,
of life, the apparition seemed so true.
How clearly should a whisper of caress,
remaining like the love affair of light
affirm it close enough a window press
against the intense love of our delight.
Allow the reminisce of fondness tie,
the innuendo both towards us now;
make each be worth contentment to rely
upon the due of notice both somehow!
Pretense sheds no illusion on lost souls'
the longing of response and duly wholes'.
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