Soulmates of Spirit
~Sonnet~
The beauty of moonlight beckons to me
as I remember whence first we did kiss
'twas summertime 'neath the old oak tree
evening winds blew with a gentle mist
then autumn slipped in somewhere in between
amorous emotions caught a fire
our romance blossomed into love, it seemed
Soulmates of Spirit filled with desire
then winter's breath brought such a discontent
and beseiged prematurly our love true
but, oh, love, you were spring to me, well spent
'Alas~ I've only sweet mem'ries of you
Not knowing why, you were taken from me
by beauty's moonlight~one day I'll join thee