ADO #3 – One Soul ( A Petrarchan)
In the shade of a crooked spire
we whisper our divine vows.
Our first gaze did arouse
quiet desire one night did transpire.
No words capture our desire
We love in the time the Universe allows.
Repress fears separation would rouse
had we not set our hearts on fire.
Our love just now is a falling star
racing through the midnight sky;
Serene, remote, bright gold and beautiful.
Any danger seems slight and far.
But no one can see us cry
as we go about our days in dutiful
Instead, let us be like a binary star
Unseen but dancing in an eternal sky.