SONNET III

 

You can think of me however you please–

I will always think of you with delight.

I have no regrets or apologies.

Love can be love though it lasts just a night.

The cold and religious may disagree,

Condemning us till their last dying breath.

But they would applaud if they could just see

How we reclaimed life from the jaws of death.

I cannot imagine a better fate

Than one with you in my recollection.

Though my vitality may dissipate,

I will remember you with affection.

Yet, the love we shared that once made us one

Dissolved like a vampire trapped in the sun.