A phrase that may meet passage through your lips
Or burst into fair flames once safe night falls
A consequence of longings if they slip
Past lips to where the longing's target falls
Much jealousy will often taint his path...
A rose will fade where beauty once did blush
An eye, a mouth whose burden perhaps hath
The redness of a rose's gentle flush
Now does my flower fade unto her name?
So soft she changes pink and lighter hues
And clearer come the sins of such a phrase
But still as bright and lasting as a moon
And should you need to call this phrase to thee
Speak but 'amor' and his face you shall see
Author notes
Number three in the sonnet series!!!!!
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