Sonnet of Love

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Singing a song

making sense

only to the singer.

Words sung

in intimacy

between the soul

and its keeper.

 

My song

has few notes.

The chords are chaotic.

The measure

changes with each whim,

but the Lord understands

each nuance

of the melody.

 

Singing a song

in a language

foreign to other ears.

Words meant as prayer,

as conversation

and as a sonnet of love.


copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr

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