Thoughts on a sonnet …

Ah, Shakespeare;
loving till the edge of doom,
is, O poet of my soul,
not nearly long enough for me
I fear;
My heart will take me beyond
that rim of gloom ..
It will love deeper when
Time has dissolved –
without the moon and sun
and earth and stars  involved
I’ll love him more …
for  all eternity, in fact,
of this, I’m sure … .

( or no woman ever loved:
nor star-crossed troubadour. )

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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