Sonnet 3
A terrible glance from long-lost lovers,
Daring and wild for tales untold, passion
To unfold and yet, above lust, hovers
Gentle caress, romance's vocation
Amid false sleeper's mundane cold journey.
Foreign tongues play ephemeral dreams
Across star-kissed minds, whilst high tourney
Draw's Queen Maab's knights on verdant green to teams,
Battling ignominy for fair heart's
Faithful reward. An age or two, dread time
With no recompense, foul dreaming Queen's carts,
And strikes discord among poet's love rhyme.
From our exquisite yet tender embrace
Comes forth black satin and white silken lace.
