Conceit of Wanting

Form: English Sonnet

To stop and think of summer in her eyes
the sweet perfection found within a glance
a stage of love beneath the moonlit skies
where upon stars are lost as hearts romance.
I think I see the woman come alive
her eyes reflecting beauty back to me,
In this, her passion I am dared to thrive
for in her arms I'll be forever free.
It is conceit of wanting her desire
to sate my hunger fuelled by silver light
embracing love within her spirit's fire
to feel her passion flare against the night.
The flames of love are set to burn and glow
Above the night as lovers meet below


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