Sonnet: For I love a Dead Man
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1 min readAug 18, 2016
Beautiful are the dreams, in midnight glow,
They wither every second, you in it, I am aware;
Moments so mesmerizing, I wish them real.
But like a summer breeze, they glide away;
Touching me with an eternal kiss of love,
Time, a funny thing; it ought to know.
You are a friend of the dead, buried in a tomb where my love finds a womb,
Dead you are, into the bygone years, Alas but I fell in love with you,
Your words bring me alive and so my words do the same to you!
The eternal beauty you captured and centuries later,
I find you again, in a skin that is not mine, but I still know you,
For I can read your soul in your words…
In my dreams, you come by everyday! For I love a dead man.
The creator of the very sonnets, do you feel my love buried in your soul?
