First Feelings – Sonnet No. 4

When unto thy lands of sweet and sorrow;
when unto thy creations of day & ‘morrow;
aimless, yet for something, I wander;
I find solace for everything in your wonder.

For my heart may cry, my eyes share;
waves of regrets, and fountains of tear;
and if your heart may signify, a close distance;
that shall prove, through my heart, a lance.

And if thou may fear, clouds of despair;
rains of tear, and love springs of care;
then remember, forever, this promise of mine;
if ever, you need a shoulder, it shall be mine.

For love & affection and bond & care of ours;
might never wane, for infinite, a year or hours.

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