Ne’er Too Late ~ a sonnet ~

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Ne’er Too Late

where were you, when bereft was I of Love

when I, in youth, designed my life to be

whose beauty none I deem would rise above

your beauty standing now in front of me

why is it Life plays games when we are bound

so hopelessly, too tied at times, it seems

then, tapping on heart’s door, Love comes around

we open wide to loveliness ne’er dreamed

we’ve ushered her inside restored her place

brushed off the dust that’s gathered long years missed

Love sidles close – our souls soft interlace

euphoria takes flight with Love’s first kiss

how can we, now, sweet Love accommodate

how can we not? to love ‘tis ne’er too late


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